I propose
to usurp the power that death takes
hold, clamping its rusted iron jaw on degradable values
make diffused, diluted and convert to decrease aversion
Fight or flight for
Fear?
(clipped wings are for peacocks)
I have thawed my right angles
to meet the idea of my mortality
in mirrors and simulations and held white
for a time, essentially accepting
dirt nor ash is enough to subsist us
For the birds-just-ice
Leave me
Happily ever after
Life.
Lastly, carried away
Wishes molded into clay sink
while the will
always ends
with wind.
Painting by Melchior d'Hondecoeter [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
