Reflections on dear life

I stood on a boulder in the Andes And stared at an albatross flapped Its wind vane on top a sycamore. I don't know why it stood there But I know it struggled to claw In the jaws of the branches. Today I clambered same crown Gawking on the blue empyrean Then glared at vultures picking entrails Of the white quills of the cross. Oh! I don't know the bullets in the chests Of a black widow. Squeaking hyenas gathered at the carrion as well. Oceans welled the furrow of my face And my red balloons thumped and stamped. Is that how the sparkling stars feign from the nights? Is that how the roaring lion whisper in feign silence While fed upon by black ants and leeches? Well, I guessed I have to breathe each gas As my very last with golden wreath. For dear life is a candle wax that glitters and feign In the twinkle of crystal balls. I will thread on the seas and oceans as well With fragile toes.