Unborn

 The wind blows through my hair
        as my thoughts blow through my mind
clearing the cobwebs of doubt and despair

and I know the time has come   

        to shed all that went into my creation
                        to let all that is no longer me wither away
to starve out my mortality
                and fill myself with my own impossibility

        to see all that life is
                and go beyond it

                                        to stretch out my heart
                                        to reach into the abyss
                                        and to generate my own horizons
                                                as I go

the trick is to die while still living
to die and rise again unborn.