Part II

I haven't yet started Part I.

Reading deaths poetry aloud, in a booming voice

Simple things suddenly turn into confusion

Worry and dread; this isn’t the end.

The sun dying beyond the tree line

Anxiety, I can’t breath! Simplicity of a weight lifting

This is all made into nothing and more

Just for you, I’ll change my way of breathing

So when I wash up, upon the shore, they can stare and wonder

What was it all for? Glamorous, it’s all new to you

The bodies… limp; lifeless. Ready to explode into a million tiny pieces

Like the thoughts of a playwright; in writing mode.

I’m setting the tone…

Ah! These words make an autopsy feel like home

Where you can focus on the scars and fluids

Running in and out of focus, between the lifeless veins

Of a soul that was once lost in a world

When even the living seem dead and gone

Calm and steady; it’s getting ready

Have a look through these eyes, maybe you’ll find

A paradise long lost in a downward spiral of time

This body; yes it’s all about this body

It’s a shell of a life conveniently made into nothing

Nothing; disintegrating, a sigh of relief

This is all just a vacant model of reality

Turned into something of a home. Something of a place to relax…

Oh, settle down and grow! The minds eye moving in a way

That not even a scientist can explain, leave them wondering, wandering and wavering

Do you see them there? Chewing on sand…

Gritty, dull sand it’s just a taste of life

A life to come and a life to spare eventually I will disappear

We will all go away… life we never had to exist

& our lives will come to a haltering stop. Just to become part of the earth

We’ll feel new and brilliant, like another birth

A version of birth, only part two now go to sleep & drift off into the blue.