the silence before hanging

The silence before hanging

A three ring circus clamors
Barnum in my jejunum
Deep, resonant thuds
Like low flying choppers
Bearded cotton candy juggling bears
Passing
Circling
Eyeing my end like vultures
Awaiting for the final breath to whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”

Kerosene dreams thrash my legs
Guiding melodic, contorted spasms to
Deep whiteness, libating, lactating
the cold, warm embrace of the ayatollah of the untold expanse
Awaiting for the final breath to whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”

Boddhisavatta watches silently on gilded cloud
Shiva stands upon sacred cow
Awaiting a soft and elephantile murmur
To fall upon ears of waifish regard
Hanging my lids slowly
Warmly blanket my eyes closed
Unravel fantastic, psychedelic harbingers
Passing
Circling
Rabid ravens squaking my end
Passing
Circling into the abyss that is mortality’s end
with final whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”