I came alive
when all around
was dead and proper,
rigid, bound.
When round about
they lay asleep,
I felt released
to laugh and leap.
Asleep, they lay
while I, on toe,
could hardly keep
my heartbeat so.
On toe, aflame
with rare delight,
I poised for
instant, giddy flight.
Delight from staid--
between, a wedge--
I fluttered on
my coffin's edge.
A wedge placed all
I had against
all that was me--
or so I sensed.
Immensely grieved,
they hurt to know
my readiness
to lift and go.
Though hurt, they
generously gave
good reasons to
stay in my grave.
And so I laid
myself to rest.
Life isn't safe--
they know what's best.
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