this may be hard for some to understand;
though it seems, it is not suicidal
ideation: there is sometimes with me
an urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,
not for the sake of forsaking life, no!
but because curiosity and longing
pull me toward that which comes after life
has gone its course – much, yes, because this life
has shit itself and savagely bitten
my easy heart to morsels, but far more –
so very far more – because I yearn for
understanding beyond this frail flesh we
so brazenly and temporally dwell. see:
it’s undiscovered I seek, and unwritten.

dmpitchford    12/24/23