& coughing up blood from the dirt of graves
I was barely there
splayed in naked innocence
I was left in the remnants of a broken dream
& sunday slit..
I have died in the ways one only can in love
where in between the spaces it fades to gray
hell.bent against the finality of things
....& gasping I see
crumbling in my self preserving hands
that darkened spot where hope rots in free minds
these are the overtones of a spiritual rebirth...