18th hole

a swipe from death,
a fly on the wall,
we never know what's coming,
or what we're waiting for at all,

the mercury goes up,
the rain comes down,
sometimes I sleep so deeply,
I sleep right through the sound,
of the aching world within,
and the void that surrounds,

I can see the pain in a friend's eyes,
and I know that everything, good or bad, eventually dies,
as sure as rivers dry up,
and rivers rise,

as sure as the Self is the universe,
the universe is a thought,
a product of,
a muscle pumping blood,
to grey matter behind the eyes,

as sure as I'm walking in the dark to the 18th hole,
at the end of the night,
surrounded by fireflies.



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inspired by M.J.S. aka. The Cattail Creek Kid








"And I thought you beat the inevitability of death, to death, just a little bit."
- The Tragically Hip (Inevitability of Death)