By Me: Riding A Phoenix

A legacy to mark my expiration, a concession,
A gift, the clay I mold bears no resemblance,
Why? You ask, forgetting nature, God,
A change; not to be feared, released from fleshly bonds; born anew.

Pride forgotten, a soul can be joyous, bright,
With branded nooses to burst aflame.
Nirvana proclaimed using my own name, memory everlasting,
Fly onward, now, pointing home, an ashy trail,
Singing warmth by default; ageless.