ICE-NINE-SURFER

I've been to the edge of the deep green sea. I 've seen the color of my mortality, I read the writing on the wall. I 've discounted the coldness inside looked for the light that's outside. I tried to warm my bones beside the fire. What's the color of incessant beating through narrow veins? Blue or black like tar. My fingers let the wind wrap it's soft willowy strokes in between. Where 's the dream in the seam of my mind. What's the voice of my understanding..yet I can't talk I can't speak the fear wells up and strangles my reason. " A flower fading too soon..."