Red sky morning:
you call to talk of death
I have no pass
to the eternal.
We light bulb solutions
of dissolution: I dredge the past
for living slime
find none.
Mystics chime with
incandescence, but I fear
cascade of crashed synapse
misfired neuron.
We stutter with the silence;
all we ever have is now,
this crystal morning.
All we ever have is ‘’now’’
& our memories.
Where love might mark us
fitting.