confusion wont be my epitaph

And with dust in throat I crave -> Only knowledge will I save -> To the game you stay a slave..
And the Earth becomes my throne -> I adapt to the unknown -> Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone -> I ask no one…
And my ties are severed clean -> Less I have, the more I gain -> Off the beaten path I reign
Buddhist, Catholic, Dharmic, Islamic -> Call me what you will! -> And you will, yeah!

That I could share an epitaph with one so bright as to blot out the sun!
Mother Nature, who commissioned this most valuable of all my works.
My Eternal Father, who sought to listen to my prayer as I decided today, the moment of my death
12:37pm, 15th October 2066, aged 83 (same moment as birth, 1983)
With me quoting William Wordsworth, on page 66 of his Selected Poems (ISBN: 0-517-09325-1)
Again, no coincidence ’twas a poem called *Anecdote for Fathers*

Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn

On this day, I embark on a 5 year mission to seek out new life and make it YIELD MORE, living every day as it were my last…
Setting not at naught my kinsman’s epitaph, for if the Master of Time, by time shall NOT be mastered

1889 - 1971
1892 - 1973'

[Dear God…]

please give me the perfect picture that I will pay a 100$ for to have here.

[Dear GSr] permission to place the spider’s web on stained glass below.

Then I shall leave you with these words etched in Crimson*1:

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

*1: King Crimson’s Court of the Crimson King is considered, according to Murphy’s Law: The Best Progressive Rock song of All Time

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