existential poem #7 "inanna in the flesh"

 can i
     become the one
     leaving behind
     a mother in the clutches of grief
     and the psychotic darkness of a sister
     in dire need of direction---
  can i
     become the myth
     grandmothers tell
     to children
     at bedtime

when the fear of life
    outspans
    the fear of dying
in terms of spiritual terror
    one can but choose :::
when life's terror
    outweighs
    death's terror
one can but choose
   what one wants:
   the cholera of death or a syphilis of life?
   ( --- remember: not choosing is always a choice in itself --- )

   --- appendix ---    

     my sister and my mother is holding me back
     together we create a fierce feminine trinity:
     the insane, the strong, and the wise.
  TOGETHER
  WE FORM
  INANNA
  IN THE FLESH