Legacy

I am a codex:

         a collection of various forms;

Pages of flesh and pages of stone,

        pages of spirit and pages of bone

The ink of time leaving its impressions,

        gashes of loud inaudible words

                      of ridiculous perspirations

                      of animated gestures

                      of farcical facial expressions

Colours scar my monochrome dreams

Scrawls of hyper neon epiphanies clutter the spaces between my intitals

My birth splatters the blood of the sky into my death

And the earth smoothes out the places my footprints once trod

I had left heaven yet this all takes place in God

I will know for sure that I have died

When crystals of ruby and topaz,

                          of diamonds and sulfur

Emerge from the fields I once leased