We should Rehearse
We should Rehearse for the day when we are blind We should all learn to read with our fingers the braille of scars on arms and sperm of melted candles. Remove for one night, every fortnight, the white bulb in our bedroom. Because before death comes blindness. And Charon will not accept our fear as payment to cross the river Styx. For a winged birth the steel must cut the meat and throw away the body. It's not the sky that grants us flight. It's the fall.
