Leasing a Contract With Mortality

"Fear is the pausing and positioning in two run down cafe chairs,

before your lover

looks around,

pausing,

Making zero eye contact

and you feel your heart beat like a frying pan hitting your bare chest.

Fear is walking your mother into a psych ward,

hearing her grind her teeth

Anxious

sweating

and she feels both heavy and light grabbing your right arm.

Fear is all your friends jumping off a massive stone cliff,

Into the icy transparent blue,

as your head starts to burn red

and your legs become old jello..

you jump anyways, arms open

Ready for your crucifixion.

Fear is knowing the one

You love

Friend

Lover

Family

Will die and

That life is fleeting.

Fear is necessary to show the truth of being alive.

You have to be in the moment

Sensitivity on fire

And oddly...

that's what makes life so expressive, monumentous.

Leasing a contract to mortality,

You sign yes

And life becomes a powerful play

Dance through the fire

Anyhow."