Rajesh

Flake

I want a simple death
in one instant hued
like falling out of a rock
facing a brotherly concourse
a union of strong arms
as I fall there is peace in me
there is silent breath in every moment
several whiffs of cool air brush by
thoughts are (misty) of clear waves
is that a stone (boulder?) or the foaming sea
I won' t miss the last breath
yeah the sweet smell of death
my arms swing as if in dance
will it be my head or my teeth
maybe I will break my chest
or my legs
or both
I know I wont cry or just die
at the thought of it
wafting thru the air is fun.
they say it is some sort of a dream
like falling in love
say I heard this
bashing against a rock
from a good height
isnt half (as) painful
yet, I am still floating
waiting
as if for something...
beautiful was when I knew
dunked in sadness
now I forget

yeah, there is the rock...
hmmm
I rest
against the smoothing caress of

d e a t h.