brain gasps, grasps, futile struggle,
gripping, fingers digging, crumble
fall
we spin so far out of control,
brute force of a landslide, an avalanche
crushing gravity
even light cannot escape
still my soul glitters
like the spewed-forth remnants
of a giant supernova
star guts strewn across the heavens
like a gruesome motorcycle accident
or mauling by a lion
God's entrails hanging from its mouth
even in beauty
there is a reminder of death
spend all of life avoiding
the only thing worth wanting
the tired silence of the grave
regrets not of life
but of not living
the seconds pass like tiny diamonds falling into the drainpipe
into the sewer
flushed down like shit and toiletpaper
gold scattered about carelessly
like dandelion fluff
like cigarette butts and ashes
Do I grieve the inevitable?
that final passage into the long, dark loneliness of forever?
Or do I weep that I have nothing to fill this time with
but lifeless words dropped like cold stone from my lips