The Eternal Journey
This is Life
These are recordings
Of the language
Of brain synapses
In response to the stimulation of senses
These are mental hikes up mountains,
Riding down rushing whitewater rapids,
A placid rippling lake
The little child climbing a tree
Looking at his mother
In the top of the one across from him
This is the bustle of a city sidewalk
Bumping and bouncing like
An iridescent soap bubble
This is a trek on a long dark road
On a long dark night alone
This is an Indian summer twilight
Fireflies dance around you
This is a first kiss
This is standing bare and wet
Before a mirror
This is being held upside down by the ankles
Covered in bloody tissue
While the man in the white coat
Slaps you on your ass
And your first experience of humanity
Is terrifying pain and fear
And abandonment
This is a last meal ended too soon
By the black baton clanging
The death row salute
These are all the things you never said
Because it wasn’t the right time
Some of these words are your dreams
And some of them your demise
But this is a heart risen
From the ashes of all these things
Because my love…
This is Life.
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