The List Poem by Star Dust

It felt like ice,
And stung like fire,
As my hand traced the yellow wire,
Connecting to the energy of the risky sea,
I will see it all,
For I have done the impossible,
No one can sing to the sea,
No one can reach the core,
Under the door,
Of human tranquility,
No one can tie then release the sky,
No one can dream as I can,
No one can see the freedom in mind,
And no one can perform the trill,
For all I did was complete the list,
Of a hundred and four ways to die,
And then live to tell the tale of adventurous lives,
For I found the gold of Aztec,
And swam with the sirens of death,
And conquered the sight that never was seen,
Of the sun in its blazing glory,
For I can split the sky,
And make death itself shiver and cry,
I can see the world out of the corner of my eye,
And dropp tears to the ocean’s edge,
For all I did was complete the list,
Of a hundred and four ways to die.