Do I Die?

I fall

unencumbered by the force

that has ruled my life

since the start of clockless time.

 

Their windswept faces

Their cracked profiles

Stand and wait

With bored certainty.

 

A delirium contracts around

the speckled white blue

as a bony hand holds up the yarn

ready for snipping.

 

Saved from certainty

Deprived of life

I fall,

I fall,

I fall.

But do I die?