staircase.

it should flow and it should feel,

it should not have boundary, it should expand them,
~
my words are a maze, even unto me,
I navigate them with a dim light,
a myriad labyrinth of balconies,
and leaping from edge to edge occasionally,

I find a painted place,
snowing, ocean, emotions translated,

...tumbled into a glen, where the sky was blue-green,
and I just lay there, dreaming,
with my arms splayed,
content for once in a song,

a fantasy, constructed, journey, fabricated
but realest to me, experience,

for once, nothing somber,

I forget all about everything in this sleep,
pre-meditated,

only rarely do I see the flashes of death,
a sharp pain of existence,

knowing I'm temporary,
not thinking it, but knowing it.

the strongest pain,
the most bitter liquor,

a quiet death,
a defeat,

requiem,

balance,

mindful,

absent minded,

why isn't it possible to forget pain?
what evolutionary purpose does it serve, to be in debt to our brains?
why can't we find peace,

fold,

carry,

praise,

wonder,


fallacy,


exponent,



logarithms,



expand collapse inhale,


EXHALE.

the core of it all,

in our very breaths,


the meaning of life, in itself, to breathe,