Oblivion

wake. be dead. again
echo— sweet-sadness to pray
that hell is aware of Heaven
that gravity is in your mind

on your forehead. ghosts.
from ‘unlooking’ tombs.
wake. be dead. again

oblige. be air-worthy
reminisce twinkle toes tip
toeing into clouds. away
far far. away, high

collect the seeds of dreams
plant each to pillows
hold tight your stomach
let the stalk pierce your death
wake. be death. again

Ruddapoet