Memento

May 16, 2016

I love in life

But do so at the paradoxical philosophy people modernly reside within...

Memento Mori: my handwriting curls boldly under the force of it's own Rigor Mortis.

Memento Mori: my voice recalls ten times a day.

This next sentence is crafted from oxymoron,

I am aware, but it holds bearing:

Memento Mori, in order to Memento Vivere.

Whether Death be dressed in beautiful swaggers

of photographs of painted pupils and stands in sepia,

Or a sterling charm of a woman

looking into her sockets of the soul,

Or the beads conjured from

remains of a loved one

(circling around and

around the pulse they no longer possess),

Or the dolphins embracing the ashes

of the father,

Or the beauty of an articulated

bone structure of a cat

Or the gloves cut from prime pieces

of inked flesh from our Uncle Jerry -

We all have our trinkets to hold...

We all have our own words and phrases but

(Resembling Rigor Mortis in this fashion)

The true words are all so stale and stable in their stationary station,

Memento Mori --

For life is short,

In this way --

Memento Vivere.

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