I live in a sea of poetry. I wonder, if when I die, being freed of this fleshy dreamcatcher will result in my soul being holy re-nude in the source of awe being…
Brake Free
When I die
Ten thousand poems
Brake free
Coming my weigh
Infinitely light
My lust exhaling
From the dream catcher that is
My flesh and bone
Adding to the awe ready surplus
Feel free
Too take leave
As in exhaustible
Meting unfathomable
A bidding within us awe
Bettor
Then the wrest
In peace
