Don’t wither like a grape left unnoticed on the vine. 

Keep devouring this world, with all its madness and glory, 

till one day you are so full from sweetness 

that the skin which tethers divinity to humanity cannot bear the strain, 

but thins, 

s

  l

    i

     p

       s 

and finally bursts into flames and the real you, 

that dot of light,

 

that skim of wonder, 

sheds these bones and wings its way home.