Item

one moment,
wanting life
the next,
could care less
chained from momentum
gravity, a force of many I quarrel
fuck it then
asked you for a way out
trapped by your answer
a time unknown not lived for others
pondering the value of selflessness
as I trek the edges of my self
letting go of me

as the wind dials
my spirit called thereafter
this body hangs up

living as it kills me
killing it living as me
it kills as living me
me living as it kills
me killing as it lives
it lives killing as me
killed me living as it
lives it killed as me

if you only knew what “it” is
which lives
and kills
as “me”
in “me”
then you’d understand
why this moment
begs to differ
from my next
because,
“it”
is
“me”
an “item”
of impermanent, permanence