“Pure energy without an organ is a ghost.”
–Stephen T. Chan
I sit with the pain though
there is nothing to gain
by doing this, but what else
am I going to do since
it refuses to go away
and I am here to stay.
So, we sit…staring…
no longer caring about
consequences because
after all Death waits in
the wings offering something
I have never known before.
Pain, smiling, points,
showing me a door—
and to my surprise
the overhead sign
does not read “exit”
but, rather, “enter.”