spiritual transactions

to reach up through the mist

and grab at the many deceased 

that spiral awkwardly

 

to ask them why they wait,

are they not complete yet?

are they waiting for me?

 

but I am caged

I'm not yet ready to resolve,

can’t they leave me alone?

 

this body, my distraction,

weathered with life’s wagers, 

by sole appearance we judge

 

I’m chipped and torn,

from the deepest love I was born,

this love I hand back

 

what am I going to be?

just another one of the same

that have come before

 

I must end many things,

I will leave when I am ready,

let me rise accordingly

 

together we're waiting

clawing at the cracks of our self

the locks will turn with time

 

and we will come again

one hundred and fifty years on

to reconcile debt