Heed the cry of my bones Hang them out of my rot flesh A new life of me? Only poetry is forever Even life in Heaven Is a done dream gone Outside the letters of words The imagination can imagine Sceneries is sightless silence Like Death waiting Not panting out a sigh To outside me off me And outside of me Is poetry… of me Not me Dry my bones Hang them out of my rot flesh This is no new life of me Only poetry is forever Outside of heaven Outside of death