Joshua Marie Wilkinson, "The Easement."
"One can't wait for death, one must sleep,
and so caught with the body sloughed off
sloughs us off with.
So linger a bit in your skin and your bones and your blood
and the mind's easy way of doing itself away with all.
Just blunt arrhythmia focusing us in on something new
to withstand.
The music's on but what did I learn?
Burning, I learned burning."
Joshua Marie Wilkinson.