To tear existence
To smash it
To wrest it
from still opaque infinity.
Dreams of the end
at the beginning of our life
imprinted by a singular purpose:
To break existence into bits of eternity.
You told me to tear away from myself,
from aging roots and clustered fears
encrypted pains walled in my spirit.
You told me to break into ashes.
I listened to you because you were not afraid
I might disperse into eternity.