It is not a slow
walking into
a death trap,

but a descension
into luminous pool
of light

the body numb
with coldness,
turns into

a mere mire
and blood
and the senses,

the vamoose
into blue emptiness
like the riotous

flight of birds
and the undying soul
flickers like

a candle
in the sepulchral
acaptivity

for apossible
redemptive
escape.