"One moment when I was dead"

When I was dead,
There was one moment
When it seemed I was living;
and it lasted for four days.

On the first day, I awoke from my death
By cinnamon breath and grass,
Surprised by the very Greatness
Like a new-born faun, trembling.

On the second day, my heart ballooned,
A jellyfish caught in sugar wind,
Drunk with the sweet syrup,
Without a single thought, simply a-flight.

Yet by the third day, I saw the present through the future.
You laughed, oh you laughed,
But I could only smile
For I knew I would be dead again
the moment I turned away.

The fourth and final day came with no fanfare.
My hands working next to yours
Steeped in tagine, safron fingers.
I see myself going forever through arid plaines
With thick heat scratching at my neck.
But on that last day, you were there,
there to say
Goodbye.

And now I am dead again
With no chance against these thousand hordes;
Yet this time I have a weapon:
They vanish at the echo of your voice
And fall under the memory of your eyes.