jonathan_wolfe Posted January 28, 2003 Report Share Posted January 28, 2003 Now the end, string tied up music plays, credits roll camera pulls away the wide angle. fade to black roll the credits show the outtakes so happy imbued with optimism leaving, or returning the end or a new beginning cry of death and life transcendence into the bardo ascendence into heaven decension into hell where am I? home. I'm finally home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rune Posted January 29, 2003 Report Share Posted January 29, 2003 Thats clever, comparing life to a movie.. dying to the credits, outtakes to the memories.. well at least thats how I inturpreted it. Great poem, thanks for sharing it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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