Enchained

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes
These vases containing my spirit
that lure me to the recital experience of existence.
Drop by drop, breath after breath, bit after bit
this panting is saturating in me
and I, in it;
staircases
that portion my ascension to the steps
and doing so
summing the life not as how wholesome before split
but
as bricks within the walls of measurements only fit.

enchained in the spheres of volumes, and size,
the corporeal benchmark to recognize,
lungs in the jaws of ribcages
chewing their breaths to digest their disguise
and to the gaze of death that clutches on
the mainstays of our eyes from where the whole existences' lies.

I shall be forever unrecognized.
I shall forever be
mourning and celebrating
this
sodden in death life,
this living
to demise,
in the exultation and expand
that relentlessly forever shoots out
to the ceiling of
skies.

I shall forever be recognized
in my shouting outs
and sprouts
to the unreachable depth and highs
that reciprocally forever pour
into the ocean
of the sheer size.

I shall be always that seed
springing out
through everything that its truth
would never
compromise!

the soul that would arise
to where they never shelter or recognize
the crawlers, cowardice and lies,

where
in the true eyes
we shall forever
baptize!