A Constant Question

A constant question

When I close my eyes, 
"Will I die in sleep?"

32. unlikely 

But ever forward
odds            sift                                 away 

I learn myself;
fear only multiplies 

8: the dark 
times
78: one light 

Or will I welcome rest
like a remembered story? 


grateful the scythe found me 




while hiding between the pinks of your fingertips