The hypnotic phenomena, lying dormant within the mind
Is without doubt, food for thought
Such meticulous recording of our activities
Archived; stored in the mind;
Pianistically cater-logged
To what purposes?
Do we tuck this journal of life under the arm?
Face judgement day!
If that be the case, it’s proof of yet another type of existence?
But death is death: - certain, uninviting and degrading
It is deceitful to present it other wise
Being born has similarities to death
Shit, piss, pain and blood
