Lines Written With Thought Beside Me

To have Reality smashed up
Against your face and see
Life through the cracks.

To squint to see until
Your eyes begin to burn and close
And you begin to dream.

To dream would be fine
But what if sleep intrudes
and oblivion follows on its heels?

Where would this walk lead?
What of the path
With the lush green beside
and then the lapse, the collapse of Death?