I often wish I could simultaneously be dead and immortal
death doesn't scare me, but to me, it can not be seen as a portal
still, her hesitance in visiting me strikes me as rude, why isn’t she here yet?
it's probably because to her zero may as well be ten, if not twenty, no sweat
all is relative, but isn’t relativity what the average person fears?
is it right? is it wrong? who knows. not me, I like not having answers: I happily drown in tears
for minutes, hours, days, months, years perhaps
I never stop, I always change, constantly run and rush just to collapse
my mind travels roads my body cannot afford
and I must admit, this is both my delight and my downfall

Two sets of three
apart

One on top,
lost in hymns

The other sitting
crossed legged on
the floor

Air passes by
words follow

The sets move
they change

Time is neither
friend or foe,
but
a guide for
the sets

From song to song
topic to topic

Until the lights
grow dark and
the eyes start
to dim

Call it a night

The sets break off,
six to four
four to two
two to one

Lock the door,
dampen the lights

Good night

11-3-19