I Live In The Wait

I feel the morning residue
The tears of moisture bubble
On the blades of grass
As if there was no law of gravity

Decapitated blades of grass
Morph into absence
On the scythe of your reap

I feel your pitiless contemplation
I feel your blade cut
I feel the vivisection begin
I want the pain to end the suffering
I want to hurry out of here
The pain of death is better
Than the life malaise

I tipped over my king
Life's resignation a long time ago
Why have you taken so long
I have learned there is
No good evil dialectic
I have learned God consciousness
How long does it take to bleed