The fast few fleeting beats as the mind meets recognition
and the body of its own volition
falls.
As the heart ceases to pain and the brain begins to shut down and the world appears in black and white,when the day turns into awe and you are struck by total night,who calls to you across the passages of time?
who hears this savage beast that brooks no rhyme,that spins so silently,spinelessly,seamlessly?
None but the dreamers in the grave,some say 'tis but a fantasy,a trick of light,then let candelabra light this night of mine,let time shine on me,let me fight until the last breath on that inevitable journey we call death.

I shall weep within the warp and weft of seconds left and weave myself a coat of shadows and in the shadows, I shall dance across the walls,
as my body falls
I shall rise.