Honest Hour-Assembly of Dust

In the hour before the devil finds I＇ve died I＇ll move slow as my ending descends from the pines Because I couldn＇t stop for death She kindly stopped for me and she stole my breath (Emily Dickinson) If I＇m bound or gagged If I＇m lost or loosin＇ I might want to leave from here Until then I＇ll still be cruisin＇ High above the atmosphere Well I walked through that hour in a drawn out sleepless bliss Blinking possibilites shuttered and ceased to exist Like a prisoner of my personality My time had come and my body was set free I went easy from my body but harder from my ways I lived tall in this life but I was naked at the end of my born days When desperation rang long through me Horses whispered in the distance and my body was set free