and on the last day,
our very last day...

Earthlings exist
suspended in space and time...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

It took 3000 tons of asphalt
to stamp out the long-residing...

I felt afraid
the first time I knew...

We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...

Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...

It wouldn’t be
the kind of magic you shoot...

Understanding one another
is cliche...

we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...

Nobody
is worth a damn...

Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...