If You Can Read This

If you can read this
You’d still be alive,
Or, pretty damned close.
If you can read this
You could see the mountains
In front of me.
All you’d have to do
Is find the magic slipstream
Flowing from your heart.
It was never invented by any poet…
Been around since fire.
To find it, you have to actually look.
I know that’s asking a lot,
But what the hell else are you doing?
Presiding over a foundation
Built on sand? Have a near death
Experience…you’ll find out real
Quick what matters.