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to die awake
i want to die awake with my soul like a mouth and the nostrils of my belief expanding as runners in mid race my senses made infant again cradled by saliva and sweet milk and a mothers christening heat i want to die awake with flesh wrapped hopes and dirt beneath my fingernails eyes wide like faucets ears pressed against the earth and with my tongue i want to taste a knew language i want to die awake before the fall of dreams beyond the hum of bedtime tales unframed by glass stained and leaden outside the regularity of the hospital wall all these that turn me from the true and march me to the yawning grate i want to die as if by my own hand i want to die on the day before i want to die with time left and right and love more than a memory full in between i want to die as if as i as am as now and know yes, this is mine |