Skewed.
We jump off of cliffs to jump into pools.
The pools are full of poison.
We choke and burn, scream and turn.
The dead will see us soon.
In the distance I hear your call.
The distress in your voice.
With all my energy, I tell you to not fret.
Love will bring me from the brink.
Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Caroline
All beyond the grave.
Merely apparitions or physical beings?
That’s a damn good question.
Their souls have found another place.
To avoid brimstone and fire.
But only in the depths of death.
They are now a part of my sight.
They slip away.
Leave me to my solitude.
Lone ranger walks the lone path.
He does not know how.
Motion blur and fuzzy images.
A life passes by.
The sky returns to its natural color.
And now the ground feels real.
Rocks and ridges and edges and dust.
We’re back at cliff one.
Poison took me on my journey.
Love brought me back.
Now to have experienced life and death,
Some would call me immortal.
I pronounce this unfair.
I will never know finality.
