Paris At 6:56 AM

I am looking to become

someone else entirely.

 

At least to be

not

what I have been.

 

To be what I would become

on my very last

of measured days.

 

Those days which will have

increased in weight

by a thousand times or more.

 

Those days whose hours are

fragrant blossoms,

where minutes hang like

ripened fruit.

 

Only then

would I would laugh and sing.

Only then

would I pray without shame

 

And within each amplified

second

I would share all that I ever had

with you.