| I Woke Up Early the Day I Died I woke up early the day I died. When I screamed your name in my head. Dancing in shadows between pools of light. Squinting blood-shot eyes blinded by the moon. Dreaming of nothing but silent moving mouths. Staring until hypnotized by the stars. I woke up early the day I died. When the sun flew through slatted blinds. Sleeping the essence of discovery. Drawing on s�ances of memory. Standing at the foot of something far greater. Disavowing knowledge of the mission. I woke up early the day I died. When dense fog drifted across me. Dropping into the weighted mourning mist. Sinking deeper into the foundation. Deeper into the rich clay that makes up all. Situating final vessel below. I woke up early the day I died. When my coffin built around me. Stinging my lips as I touched the gold cup. Drizzling blood into the sacred wine. Secrets mumbled from the darkness surrounding. Dying at the foot of the sun soaked bed. |