if it turns out i am not to die tragically young

let it be a long long time until i've done enough

let my living glow from me in luminous beyond

and not be an anomaly among all who i love

the silence sits like cherry pits

behind all of our tongues

the bridge of my esophagus between my mouth and lungs

i want to be a billboard rigid insul obsess

but i sigh with reverence

because my spine is not that strong