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



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