I have died for you
and i sit on the edge
my feet dangling in the Styx
i wave to the souls who can't cross
laughing, not harmfully.
i stand up and turn to go
my feet picking up the leftover cut grass.
the other Dead turn to stare at my -eyes, the -heart,
the -tongue
and i walk, rather sink, to my table
and bury myself in the drug
lifted away, i see the Fields, and weep.
my mind is on your presence
buried just as deeply in your Future
and i suffer my fate
and declare
I Will Live For You
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