This was a comment that was left for a dear friend on November 13, 2008 @ 1:35 a.m. EST, but I found it worthy of a post. Much of what I write to him is poetic in nature as he inspires me and has done so for years. Thank you ever so much Demitri!
Words alone cannot depict that which I hold to in dark shadows of soul. The dark I know to be out there looming on the horizon. Nay, it does not decay with the rising of sun nor fullness of moon. It eats at me and I allow it. When there is nothing left to gnaw, I will be left empty only to be filled again once more. Tis the cycle of life. Spring to winter only to spring back with greater vigor for the next volley. When shall the ball drop? The ball shall drop when I am out of riger. *Riger mortis that is. Wee ha to life and the living of it with full heart.
I am lighting to your words, but thou hast not seen of face to know thee my expression. Perhaps I express fleeting to words defined by mind held not in vain as vanity besieges me not. Tis thou dost know!
To heart my dear and wonderful friend. To word...
ADDENDUM (not part of my comment): The ball drops from Times Square at midnight. A deceased person will go into rigor mortis, however, they also come out of it.
*Rigor mortis begins to manifest after about 3 hours (10,800 seconds or 9 which is part of 3 or tri) after death, and lasts about 72 hours (259,200 seconds or 9 if you can see it. Simply put 7 + 2 = 9. There are no double digits. Zero is just a place holder. After 9 we go into repeat.). It then disappears as proteolytic enzymes from lysosomes break down the crossbridges; that is the myosin heads detach from the actin filaments. This is known as resolution of rigor.
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