The shadow of death
Hangs
Over every head

Even water
Left alone
Will disappear

Life is struggle
Survival
Unguaranteed

The spirit
Defines
All

All

Words sometimes flow
Like currents
In a stream

At other times
They resist
They resist

And I crumble
Under the weight
Of my pen

Life is struggle
Yet I
In my ignorance
Do not know
Where this road
Will end

So I advance
Just a little further
With faith
My lone companion

Though all seems unchanging
Perhaps mysterious fortune, awaits
Perhaps

I seek courage
To lead a strange
And magnificent existence

To work to alleviate
A poverty of the soul
To enrich the intangible
With decorous trinkets
Of creative gold

I take it in
To let it go
Except that which
I hold dear

Though pallid sickness arises
From the pit of my stomach
And time in this dimension
Only fades
The memory of this experience
Though fleeting
Reminds me
Life is truly mystic

To live long
One has to make something
Out of nothing
To create
Where there was nought

This page, this very page
Once empty
Now besmattered with thoughts
Weaves its own thread
Of inner life

And so
Another day
Is complete

And new life
Begins