Girls let me tell you this
please do not **** lemons
for they rot your teeth so
be carful what fruit you ****.

That's IT.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

A sudden crescendo of dizziness,
no- more like a huge head rush;
Face goes numb.
Legs feel weak,
hands appear to be miles away,
cold sweat. Can't focus.
Unable to breathe comfortably.
Do I even still have a pulse?
Am I dreaming?

Everything starts slipping into Void;

Everything blurs together, slows down, echos...
first motions, then colors, finally sounds
and then there's the overwhelming urge the sleep.
To close my eyes and just let it all go.
To drift off.. as if downstream..
down the river of experience.

I fitfully try to think to myself:
is this how it feels to die?
Am I dying? Am I already dead?
Am I dreaming?
Have I been my whole life?
Am I waking up?

The calmest panic I've ever known:

I willingly let go
and slip downstream into nothingness,
but I keep snapping out of it;
So far, anyway.

Maybe my purpose is yet incomplete;
maybe I'm taking it too personally
maybe I'm just lucky,
or maybe I'm insane.

In any case,
Death can be such a tease.