Coarse, Earthy Man

Taken in the Spirit;
I regard, coarse,
Earthy, man;
Whose blessings,
Fatefully become,
A curse unto him.
Weary with feebleness,
He calls upon death;
Yet in truth;
It is life he seeks:
He longs for rest;
But death, is not rest.
Low - sunk life;
Imagines itself,
Weary of life;
But it is death;
Not life, it is weary of.
What he calls life;
Is but a menagerie ,
Of living, nesting death:
The death of despair;
The death of failure;
The death of separation;
The unfinished death,
In the fear of discovery;
Or the lingering death,
Of the exhaustion of passion.
He seeks the darkness;
Because, in his madness,
It seems a refuge,
From the encroaching death
Which overwhelms him:
He is a forlorn creature;
Bedeviled, in, and by death.


"The Thief cometh not,
But to steal,
And to kill,
And to destroy:
I am come
That they might
Have life,
And that they
Might have it
More abundantly."