is necessary
in order to feel, to
feed the soil of
the soul
that hungers
for immortality
or simply
the hope, the
idea that
we are more
than this
these bones
these ghosts
sowing seeds
of surrender
inside of the light
for a better
understanding
of the darkness
that breeds, grows
In deaths womb
new life
birthing us
beyond the tombs,
beyond the flesh
and all that is to become
the dust of secrets
left to tell and
of moments
that knew us
before we knew
ourselves