in my last stance

in my last stance
I fear everything
quiet nothing
grasp for a breath of air
steal it from the lungs of a child
I hunger for forgiveness
for things I've never done
feel like taking off this fleshcoat
ripping it from my hollow wind
that misty breeze I came in on
and will leave swirling
for a second or two
before galloping away
on a fierce steed
into the golden architecture
of Krishna
or some bookish godhead
--
9.13.12