I have chosen an exit
my finger is already in the sky
drawing up the clouds
they are dead with time
my music is blood running wild
I transient leap back and forth
the speed of pregnant vision
why is now a candied sound in my mouth
dissolving as a tongue of vapor
I laughed and cried
the tears come from above
they will plunge hard into the soil
of my mad domain.
Beyond Language 
I feel the gentle release of the speaker throughout the poem. This can be read as a scene of staging death, but I see it more as a quiet meditative going.
I like this line:
“why is now a candied sound in my mouth
dissolving as a tongue of vapor”
there’s much truth in its wonder on temporariness.
This is piece is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
I too love this. Its really wonderful…
This line is my favorite…
“my music is blood running wild”
Loving it!!!