waking up and dying.

there's a blinking line looking at me. It won't tell me what it wants
I have to figure that out
myself.

I woke up and died last night-- it's what comes back to me. My vision, was pixilated. Broken into dots, fuzzy and digital. My software was having a glitch of somekind. My heart was leaving through my mouth, and I was convinced that God was killing me off. Feeling that now I know how Egypt's firstborns felt as they were silently robbed of their breath overnight.

A pillar of salt already, I looked back long ago.

and far away.