In My Full Mind... by Mide Oguns

In my full mind I must imagine
that at the point of decease
as the inexorable blades of eternity
sever us from this plummeting reality,
it is not intense pain
Sorrowful remorse, fear,
Languishing terror or regret,
but acute hope that here will perhaps
prove more inhabitable
For some other soul;
that wars continue un-fought
in the coarse fields of evanescent minds
calloused into disrepair
from retreading the careworn
Attempts to seize some wild peace.

Hope. Such as is possible
only in the harsh actuality
of irrevocable departure;
passed on like a waning baton
as life dissolves smoothly
into the flailing airs in the absence
of wailing heirs, wives or exes.
But for that illustrious instant
reserved for the abysmal leap
into the oasis of unbridled being -
a gift: certain and unassailable,
Knowable too late to be necessary;
Clarity at the moment of death.