Lessons in Dying

suspended tip towed to
the razor's edge
slight pause between the breath and death
the twisting of the rope and hold
before the resolution spin
no one to loose
no one to win
a still and silent
watch and see
momentum pressing all
our wind pages of sound and sight
we've scattered or' the land
a fluttering of paper wings
no birdies puffing breath about to sing
though all the while
we feel the hum and thud
so soft beyond the hu man ear
last feeling
of the counterpoint
above
below
....and bounces back and forth
in canyons of the heart
a lessening
of gravities direction
forcing one to lift their wings
a flutter
frantic
for the balance in a Word
above the swaying branch of being
scattering the shards of crystals
catching all our breath
within the shade of LUX eternal
rising to a sigh
while counting intricate designs of all our kind
that line the path
with votive flicker's
in the dark
to form equations
graphs
and subtle mudras
in a memory
half there