breathing death

d e e p breath.
blood solidifies midway
between the interchange
from vein to capillary
vane, understated represents
an ego bigger than
this whole entire room
all yours. all for you
so let me bleed a fakey
an agnostic acrostic frosted
with sugary sand, land's end
of no one man, along
with many hands and
constants; constant
moving fingers tickling
a mystery spot within
the one that makes me
say stuff i don't intend
intensified by hundreds
of caps popping like a
regular champagne celebration
no relation, of course--its
only by law that we're kin
what a lie, what a lie
all of us begin
began at that very same spot
underground
like a microscopic centipede
wriggling free eventually
after a lifetime of stuggle
for that one moment
to break up through the dirt
and feel the crazy sensation
of sun on face
the very same place
where death eats me away.