“Borrowed time”…I’m living on Borrowed time
Shall not something borrowed be repaid or returned?
What are the current “contractual arrangements” for my “loan?”
Who…exactly…made the decision to grant me “credit?”
Was “pain and anguish” stipulated in the small print?
And if so, how much of these miseries must be extracted before
“Paid in Full” is stamped on this enigmatic and soul ripping document?
Questions without answers…unremittingly etched upon the tormented psyche
Only behind the solace of closed eyes do I catch glimpse of answer
Like the numberless that lay in blackened sepulchers
Or whose singed ashes repose in dust collecting urns
Antediluvian bones or the still decaying flesh beneath earthen roofs
Perchance Faust has “arranged” for a chorus of Dante’s “descendants”
To play the screeching, ill-harmonious violin and dance maddingly
Yet, flickering eyelids reveal a kinetoscope of tranquil images
And I awake…scenes of death…exposed, revealing…God forgive me
Appealing
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