An arrangement of branches accompany an arrangement of veins one day.
Joined so joyously by a medical IV, a knot gone 'round once. A beautiful, heaven white, rope necklace.
And then how delicate the instance of skin, sheet white, in a sudden, whole, drop.
A terrifying and wonderful moment of freedom and defiance by own nature beside known nature.
Keep me Death, a beautiful stranger I've known all my life. I love you now, keep me.
Leave me Existence, lets avoid further contact, we are not friends. Although I will allow you to keep my body, hollow veins, and gone mind. To let you know I loved you truly. That was never a lie.
Let them see me in my hanging tree, let them witness how Existence was perfect, and truly loved, but expected too much of my ability to bear her burdens for her. I loved her all I could, but I am weak. Now to let my Death carry me finally in capable, strong arms. I am free. I am ready to be carried and never carry again.
And now forever sing of my tree...and my gone love affair of Death and Existence.
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Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
