The dream is dead.
A long time waking
to this new reborn,
no mistaking
this for yesterday
and notably not tomorrow.
I left a corpse
where the old standard lay.
I woke up,
stepped out of my body.
I wasn’t really scared,
it just felt right.
There was no bright light,
or descending angels,
just a new day;
I got to try again.
No sadness breaks,
a dead split with reality.
A gunshot.
The spine severed.
The heart stopped.
The eyes lose their lustre
and on the other side;
infinite potential.
The cost of being born again
is always death,
so don’t preclude the end.
It requires participation,
devotion,
commitment to the new,
lest that old man
become a vampire.
Yeah,
the past can eat you up
and you’ll wish you were dead.
So put it down,
with extreme prejudice
and walk away
into that new life sunshine.
Back from the dead
and ready to live once more.
Excited by
infinite potential.
Shake off the dirt
and get to living.
HG – 2018
