lost and found in death.

I'm at the amusement park, it's raining and the words are slithering off the page. trying to escape somewhere. Sitting and watching all the people strolling by, all lost in life, hair flowing and eyes dancing. I am lost and found in death.  I fear it, and am apologetic in it's eyes, slobbering and begging. the end of every man. The amusement park - the place I can never get lost in - no shadow is too concealing, each corner begs for light. In death, I am lost and found. The coaster dips and dives. these playful death traps and screaming humanity. I am so alive and fear death. God, I fear death and my humanity. The coaster is alive too, laughing at me in the face. Making my insides feel like a can of soup, on a truck-ack, to be sorted, to face death. Unsettled and restless, I am and will be - for a while. A can of soup, a man afraid like the rest, riding a roller coaster. Watching all the people walk by, all lost in life.