so I read “you are at the end of your rope”

and “fear looks; faith jumps”

it threw me into a dither

the drum and rattle

the monsters on the mantel

the good kind house on the land

I am dying

I love only rain today

The word Vanish is my friend

Vanish

Vanish

I am only going to write what I want

I envision black strips of fabric used as binding

Loosely wound mummy style

Woven between

Skin and

Bones and

left

unknotted

I notice the everything in it

I notice the stifling

pressure

And the stench

And ignorance

I wait for sleep

And I ask to be carried there

I ask to be lifted and carried there

I imagine Spirit holds my hand

And waits with me

Unable to do anything

But make Its presence known

and I think very quietly that suffering together

may work