Passage

It could have been brutal
It could have been weird
The passage to mortal
The passage to peer

Bloated anxiety
Subsequents ecstasy
Am I finished?
Is this it?
A stanza blasting
Nor room for more to fit?
Seems empty

Hold my calloused mind
worn about on spins of rhyme
In a course to run me blind:
Works of Worth Will I.

so rebirth
Pent up on heights
Miraculously climbed
so dive
down into the ground
Onto the knee
Without soliloquy

It could have been brutal
It could have been weird
That passage to mortal
That passage to peer