Cheers to new numbers I now hold that they couldn’t reach in time. A toast to linger, our ceremony for a better death. Curses were careful not to kill myself. Flourish my upkeep for grave danger to walk among letters I’d rather not receive. My constant has yet to deteriorate. Pretend to slow what has come to reap. Harvest each breath held dear to me. Remove the reach to alleviate. Replace each vein under the voided nurse of sleep. My temple hexes enough blood to fail me. Remove each branch that plagues our tree. Embedded risk holds soon to rot outlast. Counting new years past with each rooted mistake. My disconnect was careful not to attack myself. Bells of war. A toast to linger in ceremony for a better death.