Migration

Immortality in every moment 'cept the one in which I die

Trying to derive the line between lives

Waking up in different moments without memory of why

Why define time in line segments migration

In the moments after my last birth and death reunited with life

And suddenly something made sense

The calling I feared although i followed it here the trial by fire treatment

That keeps the memory pure

And refines insight from sick minds was less of a riptide

And more of a road paved self imposed path chosen or did it choose me?

Remember scribbling thoughts in loose leaf but the questions always crop up so late