Anthony Hanible

Life On The Brain Not Death

I choose the bright pulse

The quiet gold threaded through the dark

A vow the body keeps

Even when the mind forgets its own Name

I walk inside a trembling dawn

Where light gathers itself

Like a creature learning to stand

And every breath is a small

Defiant lantern

Yes

The shadows lean close

But I am not their cathedral

I am the corridor of returning

The echo that refuses to vanish

The hand that rises from the river

Holding nothing but the will to rise again

Life hums beneath everything

A low ancient music

That will not stop calling me forward

Even when the night tries to close its fist

I follow that sound

I let it crown me

I let it keep me here