i

I shalt manifest back to mine past life self
A ghost of crystalline see through, an afterlife pelt;
I shalt meet with cherub's, whence I've conversated
I shalt telleth them of the trial's I've seen, and witness patience.

ii

I shalt be free from this carrion, only made to last a few
Striking mine light in the darkness, like lightning in the new;
Flashing mine appendage's, that hath been bandaged and bruised
I'll pilot the airway's, a captain of mine own flight crew.

iii

None more fearing, I shalt seeith all views in 3d dimension
Ear's to haveth sound explosion, dye to rainbow guides, indented,
Ready to leaveth, in quickly running manner, eye's wide, lathered
None more to be shattered, just plumes to flap the lit matter.

iv

None more sorrow's to leak down onto mine cotton cold pillow
None more tomorrow's, tommorrow doesn't exist in God's land;
None more clock's, or flowing glasses with times deathly sand
None more need's, nor wants, nor demand's, being a happy lad.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry