Wake, O heart!
Time takes your slumber to death's door
Let the shroud not slip from my hands
And onto your still muscle.
Still, O mind!
Thoughts are spears
Tearing into blood water defences
Like storm pellets into the fabric of the ocean.
For your tears have to paint the world outside
Onto the abyss canvas of Thought
And wear it down to the hidden diamond
Fall, O tongue!
You have spewed vile poison into the world
No flowers on your lips
Will turn your words to butterfly wings
Wrinkle, my skin!
Wear the tell-tale signs of time.
For to be forgotten by it is a curse
Marble smooth is not a bargain at all.
Move, O body!
Even stones are moved by change
Lest life walks over you
And takes you into her fold, lost forever.
Live, O me!
You are made and you will be unmade
That little breath between this is life
Fill your lungs, and live.