And for all the dying

I’ve forged a prophesy of

My generation in a thousand deaths

Bridging infinity, I choke on blood

A burning transparent open sore

On roof of mouth I’ve been numb

In tree shaped window laying on gray

Frayed loving couch upright standing,

We talk like robots gone to slaughter, no?

I loved you too, in different lives

All ending in some endless timeless death

If I could scratch my eyes,

If I could lie still a-

Where, ah, where is world shatter light binge-

I, effortlessly need all our deaths, our life,

Come so far into forever and blinked

I cried on floor, million years yearning for you,

Tripping on time, lost myself to our eternal struggle

For nothing, of nothing, from nothing,

Wait for me, I can find you— grown old-

You’ll see me aged, wrinkled hands

dreamy, amnesiac, hey I only promise

So far— so far—while we’re gone-

And the sky to me—

Whisssssssssss shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiii hiiiiiiisssssssss

Whiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr a laughing Vishnu god—

Ha ha muh ha ha hee hah ha—

Cars rush lightening fast- prescient—

Encased in downstream floating canal current,

Anyway, So words can meander and bleed, well

I’ve lived enough lives, and I’m weary—

So sleep until I wake with you a kiss

That rots the stars little dollhouse stars

Empty room with bodies limp- oh pretty picture

Your smile—

And back to, somewhat now, a story

Of mute lovely minds crammed with letters and

Keys—on screens like thought dancing-

Were she only a reflection I could release

Like black hole gravity to the void—

An angel grown old— how?

We question a god who laughs joyfully—

Ah ha starry hellfire anonymous,

All of every one of us blessed

By passing futures I’ve seen and loved-

Placed sign and cross, we carry to Golgotha

Our skulls at his feet the jester mammon

Who lies to follow, who knows?— to exist—

It’s rational.

I want to nudge my eye to find it, where my face jolted—adult and singular,

beard grown heavy, curious—wages unfamiliar war on rushing giants

rock and gas and molten existing to burn and die—

like us, encoded. Beautiful in empty space. in bright loneliness.

Living gods of flesh and sorrow—

Untold angel heretics falling from heavens breast—

I envy, love, you all.