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moments ago I died, the sound of it

still ringing in my ears, the tearing

apart of one desire from another


I left this world and its dreams

an exchange of sorts, law for love

choosing my slavery with care


an open door before me, the only door

open and closing again and again

hinged on the wishes of my heart


with death came an awful strength

and I am strong in your arms

lured back only by arrogance


I am better off freed from self

loosed from the entanglement

of luxury and merit


now folding themselves within me

life and peace embrace, a soothing

drink for my parched throat


and I wait for more, my eyes

squinted in the splendor of the sun

as I kneel down and die again.


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