Where the inside,
It meets the outside.
Where poet meets poem,
Where the last breathe means eternity.
I enter that dimension.
The realm between here and now,
Where life is death, nothing is fair.
Feeling death is a change.
A liberation in the indefinate.
My entire exisitance entails
Within this flow.Yet, dying embers,
Still burn my soul,
Killing me slowly.
Burning what's left to ashes.
Everything laid to rest.
