Poetry
The After Party
A Poem … Words To Be Considered, Not Merely Read.
Hello? Where is it that I am, and when?
Last I knew, I was there, and it was then.
You’re neither here nor there, nor anywhere.
You’re but an id in the ether now my friend.
The merest essence of who you once were.
Telepathy is your sole means to confer.
But the psychē, being non-physical,
Can only concur, demur, or defer.
Eons have passed without physicality.
Egos wage war inconsequentially.
Cerebral hostility has evolved,
Morphed into a pseudo-civility.
We are all here at life’s after-party.
We, equals all! With no hierarchy.
We, who ascend beyond the physical.
We dwell forevermore, in anarchy.
Please read and follow Reece Beckett, a poet whose words below in his poem entitled “Time” definitely deserve to be considered, and not merely read.
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