Death has made its most pleasant offers, taunting me from the mouth of a coward’s exit with the painless erasure of poison fruit… but I have found the will to turn my back on the call and renew my courtship with life’s simple pleasures. A warm bed has long been made for me in oblivion’s cradling arms, but now that bed will rest a worthier soul given to a more honorable fate. At least for now life still holds secrets baffling enough to distract me from misery, leveling the scales once more to freshen a dose of life-giving anesthesia. Once again the droning timbres of night have filtered into my sleeping quarters to grease the passing of sapient burdens, and the reassurance of birdsong, however mundane, will greet me again with the advent of morning.
© 2012 Brandon Gene Petit
- from He Who Remains, Ab Antiquo, Ab Aeterno , Nov. 2010