My ear drum burst on my birthday
runny wax like moldable clay
My carcass is 32 today
but my energy is ageless
like the pages of the pageless
the life of light creation
Graveyards mark the pity little spot
from death day as we lay and rott
Birth and death are two and the same
from internal we emerge with an internal flame
thrilled till we fade away with our hair
turning white and gray.