Can you feel it?
The incredible kiss of death
Whose lips welcome us like a portal
To new worlds.
Were they the lips of an angel
Or the bite of something nefarious?
It is only beyond that act of sweet relief
That we see the beast
Or the pearly gates
No matter, a death
Is not an end,
But a place to start again
And so,
If it’s to the depths of hell you go
You’ll find that the ninth circle of
Hell makes for quite the place to
Take notice of everything not aligned
And start again.
Can you feel it?
The redefining breath of life
Whose mouth ushers transformation forward on its tracks.
Was it the song of a siren
Or the words of a poet?
It is only beyond that moment once wrapped in darkness
Plunged to light
That we see the prison
Or paradise.
No matter, rebirth
Is a journey,
Not a destination
And so,
Wait for the next death to come around
And you can try again.
