Sweet Nothings

Let your mind be drenched in your surroundings

So you may drown in its bliss

Do not fade into the sweet fog of banality

Nor grow into anyone or anything

Be the saint who offends the holy

and a sinner who drinks from Poseidon's pond

Soak in the sun and breath on forever

Exhausting only your insights

May your life be a poem and your death a song

Let the soil sing your eulogy

For if there are no words within the earth you lay

Then sing the hymns of backward angels

As the trees whisper your fate to the sky

And the clouds plot their revenge

I ask you simply to drink down a plain

And forget that life ever began