Flower and a feast

This thing upon me ,
like a flower and a feast.
This thing upon me,
crawling like a snake.
It's not Death,
but dying will
solve its power.

And as my hands drop
a last desperate pen
in some cheap room
they will find me there
and never know my name
my meaning
nor the treasure
of my
escape.

Riders on Bacatá

Ejercicio de edición de video. La música es Riders on the Storm de The Doors.