The Rope of The Dead

I want to follow

The rope of the dead

To its end.

I want to follow

That incomprehensible weave

Of flesh and fleshlessness,

I want to follow
Those taut, twisted fibers of fire,

Those ligatures of stars

That bind and unloose space and time

Leading to the mystery

Of spectral hands and eyes

On the other side

That hold this rope

Across the void

I want to speak out to the dead

And tell them my sorrow of living

I want to tell them that

I need to transform my life

Before the iron law of the mire,

That I want to pass on

To the other side

While still in flesh

By availing myself

To the magic touch of death

And rebirth

By drinking the rope of the dead

Someday