The days in which I’m met with burden

in dreaming

in reaching

in swallowing between the breaths

 

Those days

are never accented

by detriment to those

I’ve grown to adore

 

Neither loss in substance

given or earned

nor loss in virtue

inherent or learned

 

For all one needs

to shatter me

dismantle me

is a stolen sense of will

 

I can do anything

be anything

but first I must do

and first I must be

 

Euthanasia

Postmortem

and yet

I wake from my slumber

 

Underworld

Captive

and yet

I die only of boredom

 

Tranquilized

Spirits

and yet

I am the snarl of the beast

 

Worlds

Apart

and yet

I build the bridge between

 

I can do anything

be anything

but first I must do

and first I must be

 

And without the will to die

I can do neither of the three

 

-J.S.S