To feel the twinkling and twitching Of every little nerve Of that very vein That brings the first flash Of the fullest flood.
Bruised like dusk descending We're falling down broken stairs.
Counting our numbered days Until the end mark lands square Over flooded mourning eyes Closed coffins and failed dawns.
Slow centuries of cyclic moons Deprive the past the right to sleep. Now we're shoveling Loose dirt in passed hearts Are we digging a trench Or merely carving our own graves? The earth is trembling.
The miner's scratch walls While the beggars just sleep; One coughing up dust The other dying for meaning, Both blinded by the light they seek.
The glow of the sun Rusted and westward sinks. Each wounded day Nursed back by the night. Darkness divine Restores the weak.
Light blurs the lines Until we just disappear. Do we just disappear?