Before Death.

Why to die before your death Indulging in consolations An aim not for murdered self Plunging into lifeless entity. Overwhelming desire cast in situ Superlative indulgence in fine state A thunderous uproar approaching An open sky for resident into Silent streams running across land Lodged in vacant spots of mind Still striving for a different kind. Be born again, every breath Clogged not in machinery of world Comforted not in the bee hives Living agonized in sets of turbulence Embraced by wizened wilderness. And write not to cling Within enclosures of limited space But rebellious in more subtle kind For the spirit to think and blaze.