Poem XIII – Glorious Death

Crossing my arms in cessation, I am ready. I am not afraid to close my eyes when euphoria is what I seek on the other side.

The death I choose tonight will give birth to another day and another breath. I will not forcefully bow my head kneeling bedside.

Voluntarily I rest in peace as I release the hidden death presented behind antecedent probabilities.

I shall entomb the day passed to rest without repression. As I release I grow and as I become I embrace instantaneous death.

No longer will I question the symbolic expression that is in my possession but will pursue death as a place in time and not a final destination.

A glorious death is already mine. Yesterday is gone, and no longer will I combine two inhabited worlds that do not align.

Never again will I choose a life where my reconstructed mind is manipulated to select an alternative replacement for passion.

See me through another day as I take the hidden stairway behind my divided mind. My body is aching but my time is now as my eyes set sail on the glory of another planned dissolution.

Preparing for departure, I supply a wind of change in exchange for glorious death.