Out with the old, in with the new
I'm conforming, transforming
but it will never be for you
It's written in between the lines
                       on my lips
                        and in the cards
but I still am unsure how to read
the prophetic foreshadowing that will lead
me to the streaming feed
of water

And I'm queasy, uneasy
because the world is changing
rearranging
quicker than I can run, trip, and
fall on my knees
I am the autumn leaves
testing out new colors before giving in
                                                            decaying into the ground
                                                            allowing my molecules
to melt and morph
               and flip and turn
                                and die and create
                                                 and help my bones to permeate

Oh Lord,
help me to allow the vines
to weave in and out of the holes in my bones
growing new blossoms that release an aroma of "death"