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LIFE

I walked down the Hallway of Death
faces, shadows, formless looking on…

they think that I have died,
but I have simply Gone Away.

They look to me as Dead
and I look to them as the Dying.

There is no difference to me
for we are both Living.

I have been told how I would die…

and this is what I see:

An image so clear that the Eye becomes
the finest Crystal.

Colors and depth of Range so rich;
I think this must be the Ultimate reality…

Stains of Heaven’s tears stretch their bodies along
a mirrored glass:

and my hands, these elements of flesh
etch them clearly.

Was it a Storm that has struck
that caused my Mind to rain like this…

there is water everywhere—
I do not know if I am swimming or drowning.

Was it Fatal; this Death?
or did I decide the fate of my own Mortality?

I was ushered in on a fuchsia pink satin bed
fit for a Princess…

You opened your Being and Inhaled me in.

I am in a place where Nothing exists:
but the Jewel Blue of your eyes dilating.

There is something very Tragic
about holding on
to something which does not belong.

There is something Ungraceful
about Desire.

I feel comforted in this place
where there is no comfort at all:

The Wind is now at peace.

Ahead there are forms that exists:
they do so only for the sake of Expression of life—
so that I may understand that Life resides in everything:

yet Nothing is real or unreal.

There are Horses here that never die.

There are Rivers here that never drown.

There are Echoes here that never resound.

I see your Face,
and it shames me to want

to Touch something
which has never been touched before.

If this is Grace
then I do not know where to else to turn.

I leave not because I am Unhappy
but because I am still a Victim
of Elements and Time.

The Time here is so very different…
it is so Still that stillness cannot persist,

it is so Eloquent that it melts your gaze
so Deep that Words hold no meaning
as if the World were Flat and only a dot:
marking the symbol of some kind of Telepathy.

Where Vision is Truth
Sight is Unseen
Hearing defies Sound
even Death could not describe Deafness.

I am impatient in my Longing
and my Life feels weak.

To the Living I am Dead
but to the Dying I am Alive.

My Gabriel, I see the Stars hold back a lot:
to others you are only an Idea with wings…

if they only knew

what Wings really were.