Deatharoni & Cheese
Death rides me
With a wild laugh.
I awake raw and open
From cannibal dreams.
I feel my heart beat…
…still inside my chest.
My heart opens behind closed ribs
A searing bright chakra sun
Opens as a giant hand
And grabs me from the inside out.
Shakes me apart,
My beating blood hot heart.
I want more
I want me, all of me.
I am me
My self.
Self.
Ego dies in life
Self dissolves with Death
Nothing left
Not even deatharoni and cheese.
William Dudley Bass
2007 in British Columbia
© by William Dudley Bass
Labels: Wicked little Poem written toward end of my Robert Masters psychotherapy group training.
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