The sentence I am given 
is life - the moment 
drowned and saved, it 
overcame me and I said 
yes to its comforting 
power, its abyssal slide 
its grateful lack of being 
and no senses in pain - I 
slipped away, my lips 
past forming gratitude

and the rude awakening
stayed, and knives
stayed, and the wood was
and I bear it today:
I am not now
away - I press and blow
from weight and
sorrow is my legacy,
the crown I show.
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