Eternal sleep was
a sweet dream
until I woke up
and breathed for the first time
-
The stomach pump sliced the back of my throat
and the stitches burned lacerations
but otherwise
my pupils still could have been dilated
-
I learned
as I raced through dead pine trees
that there is no waste
of
time
And
beauty
is in souls
who understand
why you cry at night
-
I am nothing more than
a crooked wonder
but I have been reminded
by angels and cigarettes
that
there is truth in fear
and I
haven't met
potential yet