Flesh Is Trapped Light

The breaking of the broken thing you have to use
    in the middle of...
The shaking of the taken thing you were born to take
    toward the end of you...
The living of the life you were always born to die
    among the rest of us...

In the begining's of the knowing's that you,

  are not here to survive...

    Don't forget them
Yourself

    (before the end)

Among them

That this is that

And no one

   Not anybody

 is borne to live

Eventually

    my dear

My Darling

   the sunshine

Is what we all become

         alone

Author's Note