If I were to die tomorrow,
[I'm not planning on it...
I plan on sticking around on this rock
For as many years as I can get...
Ideally, a handful of decades...]
But...
If I were to die tomorrow,
I could say I tried...
That I gave it my best effort...
Whether I was doing good things,
Or doing bad things,
I did them with all of my mental focus and strength of will...
The levels of those aforementioned things,
Mental focus and strength of will,
Have fluctuated over the years
In biorhythmic waves,
But I use whatever I find in the tool box...
Moment by moment passing...
Experiences gathered together in bouquets...
Memories made, and held,
Or forgotten...
Editing on the fly...
Some choice, some chance...
Alternating Heaven and Hell balanced by periods of limbo...
Everything in it's place in the display case...
The thing that wears the suit
Doesn't exist until the suit is made...
Moment after moment forming and dissolving...
Frame after frame
Successively revealed and then hidden...
Summoned from primordial chaos,
For just one, single moment,
Before grounding the charge into the Earth...
A timer running out...
One stage following the next...
Cause and effect rarely tastes like intention...
God lives in the gaps
Between those layers of steel that didn't quite weld while the ingot was in the forge...
Only a handful of days before I hit the road...
Riding off into the sunset, offset by 90°...
