me;
the degradation of deterioration determining my
penultimate script forming on my lips, dying
there,
is my daily mis balanced
wincing
this rebelling body
sooner than later
will be surrendering,
sign the final release,
do not tarry
ready, packed, now, almost all, poems surrendered
and I await with great happiness
meeting all those poets who preceded
me, and the heaven fires we will sit round
trading quips, stories and finishing
each other’s stanzas
yes, that’s my definitive vision,
of what the afterlife will be like
do not tarry, my heart is tired~ready
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
me;
the degradation of deterioration determining my
penultimate script forming on my lips, dying
there,
is my daily mis balanced
wincing
this rebelling body
sooner than later
will be surrendering,
sign the final release,
do not tarry
ready, packed, now, almost all, poems surrendered
and I await with great happiness
meeting all those poets who preceded
me, and the heaven fires we will sit round
trading quips, stories and finishing
each other’s stanzas
yes, that’s my definitive vision,
of what the afterlife will be like
do not tarry, my heart is tired~ready
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