I Don't Want To R.I.P. Poem by Chuy Amante

take my body and free me from the anchors
attached to my meat puppet

freely I'll fly into the kaleidoscope
that awaits my free soul

the realness of expression,
creating cosmic loveliness
or melting into the hot chocolate of godliness

no flies will lite on my motion,
a rolling river purifies itself

the sun always rises
tides roll in and out

no time for repose
out of time

my guitar won't weep
no time
for sleep