Free to Die

Who volunteers—to survive the death?—for there’s an edge,
And breath is pushing: such motivation: such bass-line
Existence; and fire becomes water; and water becomes flight;
And such to die; and such to live: a grave of love: a sickle
Deep; and burgundy eyes—wrestle life; and plead – my love,
A fulltime miracle; and walk my chains: fully free to die;
And dream my shackles: fully free to cry; indeed, live the
Rift; and paint the walls; and dare believe—a vulture’s cry.

Who volunteers—to survive the death?—for there’s a cliff,
And life is pushing: such aggravation: such baseline affliction;
And lyres become visions; and visions become rites; and
Such to live; and such to die: a wave of pain: a shovel deep;
And confetti hearts—a love strained; and drift – my soul,
A fulltime miracle; and trek my path: a tear of freedom; and
Love such freedom: free to die.