Poetry | Eternity When You're Thirty Fackin' Six

I have a hunger to live,

A hunger to love,

An eternity in my soul,

That will witness -

Must be witnessed.

It is there in the yellow roars

Of a pansy or a dress,

It is all and every possible

Suit of the eternal breath.

It is the god-scent kiss of

Wet, green grass, and more,

Eternity pours befores,

It fashions all our afters,

Look at the falling, diving roots,

See the skyshot, dreaming shoots,

It is the alchemy of life,

It is all our being, offered

By the hands of the dead.