I borrow time like a pearl diver:
“From this moment I shall be judged ALIVE.”
Or dead. It matters only to me.
In a torrent, I figure to be the only survivor
but it matters only to me.
A flawless ascension, psuedo-religious,
begins: a poem is pseudo-religious,
the outcome is dubious. I am sure of it.
It matters only to me.
The words "To die in a field of blue roses"
become the words I failed to react.
You think just another hypothetical.
My death in the kitchen is hypothetical.
There is no convergence of one & the other.
The two are singularly referential.
So why do I elaborate?
Why do I insist it have meaning?
After all, meaning isn’t declared by this poem.