Chapter III: Contain and Confront
To Truly Live Before You Die
Jake MacCallum
rinse your ears in the saline river
hear the songs of reeds wane into whispers
massage your eyes with leaves of maple
sneak a peek at the stars on high gleam and caper
press your palms into a bed of moss
regain feeling where hitherto lost
bless your tongue with fruits of her garden
taste the sweet illusion of pardon
plunge your nose into a lampshade of smoke
smell the life of game your blade revokes
and for goodness sake, and the sake of all kinds
lead with love
leave all else behind.
