To my wake
Bring wine.
Let us make
This line.
Celebrate
My time
Spent awake
In rhyme.
Now to break
These vines
That create
My mind
Let us take
Untie
Them with grace.
Take time
To unlace
My sighs
And my fates.
These cries
On my face
Seem crimes
Yet taste
So sublime...
Now I
Solemnly lay
Under black
White and Gray
Where my thoughts
Used to play...