fell through living one day into dead dead
walked round in there – and round – hitting head against wall
nothing hitting nothing
nothing to hear it neither
couldn’t find my way backintolife
(i didn’t want it
it didn’t want me)
so i set up home here
ate ashes
made ashes out of ashes and sold them to ashes
and when i couldn’t think what else to do i smoked ashes
until one day when outside decreed
i would see the world as beautiful
and find myself flung up from dead dead
bursting breathing gasping into life
into every cell of every being which ever has been born

no limit