Death in Life.

That Marquez chapter we drafted,
with mermaids and violins
and the yellow street moonlight.
Studded it with the singing, wild stars
every five pages,
checked, redrafted.
Spun some more magic minutes
and proofread.
It spilled over several books.
and over centuries of faith and smiles.
We rubbed away
the several births of strife.

But let's not publish
please don't let the ink dry
You know that chapter
can kill me forever,
or can make me alive.