Can'T Say

I can’t say where life begins and death takes over: Oh! I know of birth and funerals-- what the church says and what my gut further tells me… but my heart often wanders above wings, parting shadows to a place alone where I encounter a loving presence my feeling no need to define... I have read those volumes both blessed and cursed tongued caramel ecstasy and licked the sacrificial fires (sweat-making chilies and artery clogging rinds of life) but remain mostly confounded though comforted somewhat by the little I know and concisely name-- admitting more of me has always existed outside my libraries of leather diaries and embossed references….