In death we are liberated to express all at once, like a rainbow.
see the flower (free the world)
more alive than any flame
fluttering wings behind me
the storm seeks witness
& other poems that hurt so good
yesterday can kill you, wherever you may be
may you be happy, may you be free
the best (and worst) is yet to come
it's happening again
please let the light that shines on me shine on the world i love
