
An icy, sour wish for death
Comes seeping in between my bones,
The grey of concrete, fog, and ash.
Exhale. Rest. Stillness works.
Je t’aime. That’s all, and that’s enough.
Hold tight.
The endings never end
But circle and constrict, like arms
(A preview of the burial shroud),
Til time itself escapes the clock,
Springing loose in shining coils:
A bouncing spiral of delight
Unwound around
Eternity.


