The place I'm going
there are no trees
no water
no air, no breath
The place I'm going
there might be light
but one can not see with no eyes
The place I'm going
you can not be late for your job
or have one
The place I'm going
Shame doesn't exist and your car doesn't break down
The place I'm going
there are no Starving Teeth that gnaw at the finger tips of your hand
there is not even touch
The place I'm going
it is not cold in the shadow and blood never boils
because you have no heart
The place I'm going
I will walk on stilts without legs
I will be what makes sex feel good
what makes someone love their family
I will be the oxygen in our lungs that we never deserved in the first place
the redness in your cheeks
Autumn's orange leaves
and the eagle's iris
The place I'm going
I will know Mortality like the back of my hand
and I will be its kiss.





















