Phantasmagoria
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller ever returns.
—Shakespeare ...Hamlet 3.1.
Makes a magic show
Through a slit in the drapes—
A trembling tableau;
A pantomime
Of a life outside,
Bringing visions
To a prisoner inside.
A colored world
Balloons intense,
A rainbow bauble
On the wind,
Rising above rooftops
And clouds pretense,
Perhaps to the blackness
Of space beyond—
As far as Arcturus…
Where souls go
When life is gone.
And no one ever returns from thence,
So be my assurance
Of life beyond,
The bright colours of my camera obscura.
But it is indeed reassuring once in a while to catch a glimpse of what awaits us on the other side of the curtain.
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I love that verse - it is reassuring, my friend :)