I will not be on CNN when I die.
I will not be poked, prodded, examined, analyzed, lambasted, and praised
By reporters reporting for reportings sake,
When the deaths of countless innocents continue unabated
Every second of every syllable of every word
Rolling through the synapse fields of your mind.
Innocents who are not celebrity people of importance
Or the children of celebrity people of importance
Or the friends of people of importance
Or the fucking pets of importance,
But they are Important.

They are Important to their mother and father
Who sacrificed their lives and poured their souls
Into this innocent being.
So that they may live and
Experience the experience
Of flowing, glowing life
Pulsing through their veins and
Pouring out their mouth and fingertips
In their
Crazed journey
For the
IT
Of every moment.

They are Important to their children
Who looked up to them as Gods
Guiding their way through the
Treacherous waters of murky grey
Reality.
Laying planks over the deep,
Pointing out the shallows to follow, and
Telling them fables that let them
Spot out
The monsters to avoid.

They are Important to their friends
Who have no other soul to spark
Their cosmic kindling
In quite the same way,
To share their laughs,
Tears,
Wit,
Wisdom,
Beauty, and
Fun, great gleaming globules of fun
That we can jump on and ride
Past heaven itself
Waving at the angels
As we fly by
Not giving a single fuck
While holding on to our sides
As our entire being implodes
Into a magnanimous fit
Of giggles
That restarts the universe.
These companions on our stepping stone of life
That make the ride worth riding and
Show us
Everyday that
We are not alone.

They are Important to themselves
Who have
Looked out of no other eyes,
Walked in no other feet, and
Lived no other life
In current memory.
Who value
Their precious existence
Because .
It is what allows them
To keep feeling,
To keep loving,
To keep their candle burning bright
As they look
For those little moments
Of paradise.

They are Important because they are alive,
Because they have passions and dreams,
Because they are you and you are them
In every sense of the word.
They feel what you feel
And know what you know,
They are humans,
Animals,
Brilliant shining souls
Exploding into innumerable stars
Scattering beyond history itself
And they will not be on CNN when they die.