Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday, 13 August 2025

The beautiful

graveyard is near,
less than ten miles
...and more than one year ?

Maybe five. Maybe five days.

I was tired
of life a decade ago. A decade
before that, I chose
and planted my grave
almost out of reach
in the furthermost corner
in deep shade.

As a child I loved to visit
old graveyards and ruins.
I built ruins instead of sandcastles
on the beach.

One can be "dead tired"
but not dead.
Can one be "born tired" of life,
a dried date in the desert ? 

It certainly isn't self-refreshing.

But nobody "dies of boredom".
One has to make an effort.


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