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.