the trouble with being born…

… is The Dark Cliff

but death reigns, an inevitable victor

why am i sad; i am dead in the every other lifetime

breaths lighting up each cell like a firefly for another second of brilliance

how magnificent; there is nothing to do…another while to think.

a glimmer in my eye, will another see it

before it all blows away in a burst of light for the end of it all