The art of getting back to life

The art of getting back to life, to friends, to work, to
Rarely drawn conclusions, more spiteful judgments
Inebriate illusions of self, and others yawning through
The night of consciousness. The art of getting back to life,
To pains, to discontent, that missacquainted the dreams
One dreamed and the veracities exploited yet well believed.
Yet shading no light on art of getting through the life.
The art of getting through the life, unknowing - known
Not to most of strangers, heard not of, filling minutes
Days and ages with void of bringing more of void to life.
That’s art of getting through the life. The art of getting
Into life, the pleasures sought, gratifications found,
Remembered, have a stone or two nouned in gleaming
Memory of cemetery guard. That’s art of getting into life.
The art of getting out of life, to angels sweet,
And ever waiting demons, through heads
Slashed without many reasons and brought to light, or
Maybe back to life. The art of getting back to life…