Personal Unexistance Poem by Jessica Warrior

You find it hard to travel by foot
So you sit, So you sit darling
And I prove you wrong in gabble
How it's hard to
Stand up again by feet
And hold your flute
And eternity sits on your bones too
Fills, your fleshy mind isn't absolute
Ignite a fire and get a blanket
It takes years for us to prove
And then recognizing one foot from another
So you sit darling, you sit
And I run, around you
Till you're warmed and set
You think clearly sometimes
Before eternity reaches for your brain
When you become absolute
I can only cover you
With your own blanket
Now you die
Now you die

Minutes before you're compeletly settled