Statement 8 - This Short Disease

The moon caught me out in the snow that glistened on the ground around me
Pale were my hands in the glow - I wondered how this life had found me
I can't pretend to be bland and disavow what I am given
Proof does not need to be known

Hollow and solid are the same, if you are small enough to notice
Dreams don't reside in the brain, no matter how you claim you know this
None of this flesh will remain, let it lie between the roses
I welcome death all the same

This short disease is blessed relief and carries straight on to the punchline
Ours to receive, long before we have figured out what we are doing here
And know just what it means or how it feels - it is the one thing we are sure of
It's our receipt, unless we believe that life has nothing more to offer

You might think i'm tripping out if I say that we as humans
Are not the often coined 'crown', epitome of evolution
I feel the whole universe is the greatest living creature
Even the mere thought astounds

Written by:
Lee Mason

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