My Hands

“This is my body.”

Try to remember that notion. 

I am blessed

by knowing my body

will acknowledge death. 

I still have all the time in the world. 

This form will exist, relentlessly,

until the consciousness denies it. 

With infinity comes procrastination. 

With infinity comes endless exploration. 

So why do anything at all? 

The Lilies Break Open Over the Dark Water.