I'd say
some goodbye
as I am
surely
one day
dying
someday
those sure things
I still
truly remember
those willful
beautiful places 
I've willingly
youthfully been
those silly
truthful things
I'm forever
really
trying
but dying
if resurrection
truly meant
universe
a converse
spark
in some
relative
universal sky
perhaps
broody sister
true life
along with
moody brother
rude death
would simply
crudely be
proved inverse
a conversion
record of reflection
of irreversible
inflective ties
loose strand
upon twisted strand
blissfully unrestrained
missed endings
seldom imply
restrained life
but that
main dream
true love
not ego
so nothing
mystically vain
is it not
death's tragic
final love scene
that dark night
those bleeding
difficult goodbyes
is it fate
that writes
brooding poems
prophetic readings
about relentless death
moody songs
with that
same violent bite
tearing up
raw dreams
fearlessly streaming
still we are
we're dreaming
it definitely seems
death removes
every disguise
differentiates
between truth
and indifferent lies
peeling back
so many earthly layers
silently plucking
instructive
strings attached
to every universe
maybe death's will
shall enlighten me
will
perhaps
shall lighten up
when I'm dead
will I see
kindfully mindful
cosmic right
blind vision
instead
timeless
goodbyes
reflecting
perfect light
still
freely envision
without these
too imperfect
human eyes

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