Last Life Before They Fly
In every level lies an attempt
Beneath inflamed lymph nodes lies a Spirit on fire.
Behind comfortable memories of a paradoxical childhood,
past equipped with lower forms of love,
lies an awareness craving truth.
Watching a love game run its course,
lover playing victim,
lovee hard to get.
Reciprocated observers sit atop it all,
on the hill glancing down at the drama,
watching it all unfold.
Reciprocated players firm in their role,
heavy emotions,
heavy bodies,
cups overflowing with dignity,
riding pride to the finish line.
In the middle,
a protagonist unsure if they’re an antagonist,
praying to the Lord above.
Cruising the clouds from morning to dusk,
quickly crashing to the ground,
a high built on a lie.
Others staying low for a longer time,
aware of this final life before they fly.
