i don't fear death, i fear never being born; i fear not my last breath, but all the breaths in between; how do i know i'm alive?
II. the left foot
for what purpose is the sun without its light? for what use are eyes without their sight? for what good is a left foot without the right? and for what joy is a string without its kite? will i ever be complete?
III. father
as branches grow to the shape of their roots, as vermillion bloodies every spring with a drop: could i escape original sin? could i become a better man-- could i become my own man?
IV. aneurysm
would lightning dare blaze up a tree that has yet to bear fruit? would the gods dare strike down an artist with a painting unfinished? fate is neither cruel nor fair.