Seth Jani

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A Modern Death
(First Published in Shoots & Vines, January 2010)

And were you prepared to die?
Trapped inside that perfect scheme
Your reason painted?
The great white bird of your soul
Weighed down by your faith in gravity.
For you there was no other side,
No continuum.
Just a flash,
A steady trudge,
A flash,
Then nothing.
God was just a hermit's dream
And never that kernel inside yourself.
Life was just a waning light
And never luminosity.