I emptied myself
Into a flower vase
Eight minutes before
The sun went down
And I lie motionless
And cringe away from
The dead reality
My thoughts circling around
Rings of ancient wisdom
Motionless
With my feet touching
The ocean floor
And my eyes remain
Beneath the pall
Watching the vultures
With my fingers numb
And the smile on my face
As steady as the thunder
And rain pouring down
And my heart lost
Lying somewhere
Along with the ashes of the dead bird
Singing away
In a place
Where I'm yet to be born.