What doesn't kill you

If you are already dead,

Wandering the world

Waiting for your last breath to be had

What doesn't kill you

If you are already dead,

If the moment you are most alive

Are those when you are sleeping in bed

What doesn't kill you

If you are already dead,

Waiting to be laid upon this earth

And merge with dirt,

Becoming nothing... if so...

Or surpass time, space, life

By whatever means changing what you were,

Bidden to the same bonds and ties as we

You grow separate to thee

What infinite piece of you

Has been severed by me...

What stillness you preside!