it is imminent that i shall cease to exist
and i will no longer be what i never was
my imagined sense of being will roll in long credits
across a white, wide screen
and we will know the end

what comes next is what is

today i am grateful to the creative mind
the borderless patrol
along the confines—ever pushing outward
for borders are for crossing
barriers are for surpassing
and rules, when constraining, become brittle and broken

today is a good day
i feel full
i feel fear
i feel peace
never at the same time…

i’m grateful for everything and everybody

today? is a good day…

one of these days
i’ll probably quit dipping in
to the darkness within
for there will only be light
there will only be love
and then i will breath
with ease

one of these days…