born to die

I
wakeup finally
as reality cements itself
to state 
in material terms of reference now
an exist of sorts
beyond all dreams

Held 
very fondly
in its nurturing embrace
I suckled
for evolve...a self...coming of age
child to a man
burnished by experience

Love
moved all
both being and craving soul
in givens...and denial
mesmerized by both desire and my need
to be more
then a statement of facts

Alas
imaginations spell
an illusion simply unsustainable
grew tired
visons blurred by searching realities
undressed and naked
on my altar of truth

Exposed
sacrificed to the glare
of reason looking for answers
our magic died
impaled by the armour of self-survival
perpetrator and saviour
cast in snares of acceptence

Calm
rules over chaos
banished...to subliminal depths
now plumbed rarely 
Still life...savours in a stattaco fix
found memories...relived
to soothe an aching heart

Till 
I sleep...once more
to dream of the impossible
realms without limits
as death frees all of lifes compulsions
asleep or awake
I rest...in peace