What Lives In My World

I am a soap bubble adrift on the malaise
I live in a reflection of what remains
I am here for one last look around
I am the beauty of life in the instance
I am the color against the humdurm
I know that I can sustain the preasure
In the instant

I will sustain a twenty yard float

I will live in the moment

Terror and resignation will dominate me

I will see so much in my final moments

I will explode at the joy of the let go

There will be indomomitable

Resignation
The pop will release the entrophy

There sill be no more resistance

I wonder how much flake and residue

Will remain

The last known conventional pain

Doesn't matter any more

I just have to cross the pop