From Matthew to Death

The art of Conversation =
a source of emancipation,
oral gratification per integration
of knowledge
manifesting opportunity qua
sharing unconscious workings 
Vis a Vis windows to the soul
whereby quickened pace arises
to latch onto this role
i.e. as a conversant fellow,
who at LVII years old does poll
fleeting decades of existence 
manning reminiscence
flashing back to days of childhood's end - 
When last verse of noel
will be writ when father time 
dost take me underground akin to a mole
or perhaps cremation will deliver 
mine ashes along a rib-rocked knoll
of this garden variety hominid - 
whose mindfulness endowed
introspection aware biological ticker tape 
eventually accelerates fated brake upon life 
takes me infinitely far from madding crowd
whereby cosmic consciousness reigns supreme 
lording eminence grise
of beetle browed chap.
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hoop fully countless decades still abound 
to relish what would be legally allowed
reaching out to family
since no value found
   nor piles of money buys
against futility
   whence destiny de cries
   the rapid stealth of living,
   yet before my demise
this sensate being,
   with these ears and eyes
reckons he cannot halt
    like greased lightening
   how tempus fugit flies
tempted to whisk me away
   while mortality donned in get up
   as incognito guise
   whence a half-century prior
   to kill a mockingbird 
   go set a watchman
   deigned as main entree,
   now i got a bone to pick no sup pries
   additional longevity
   to stave grim reaper 
   before permanent slumber doth ah rise!