Penultimate Walk

I was feeling my chest was too tight was it like my last night Went off the air rested Now I return having tasted a new imagery a fresh vision No one can go neither could Buddha or any Lord for that matter unless the spark does extinguish or does finally banish and then ultimately lightening does one arrest those who consider themselves as immortal this is just a glimpse of what could or would happen Till then keep awake poets and readers the verse must be voiced ere you are Invoiced the world becomes bereft of you know me as you always walk besides as the most well read poet that you all make of me poet yeps poet me