Let it Out

i have to let
it out.
out of me and
on to some
illusory living
temporarily
permanent thing
so that all of
my expression
which I hold
so dear
and significant
can live on,
beyond
me,
my life
and
my
death
and somehow
place it all
onto something
others will see
something that
would
say,
"I Was Here",
or
"My life
meant
something
to someone
as is
evidenced by
this
engraving in
this wood...
Yes!
I did this...
see!?"

Then I can
be
proud
of something
...then.