'Home Day... Isn't Home Anymore...'

Dying behind this seat,

     Exo-long-dead-skeleton writing because of love's daily metaphor for light, Thriving upon the face whose only wish is for death's unimpeded hopefully accepted in... Door. If all I've been is a serpent, So be all this poetry, If something more... May those who read be... More than me...!

In lieu of,
Dying...