Red

 Red sky morning:you call to talk of deathI have no pass to the eternal. We light bulb solutionsof dissolution: I dredge the pastfor living slime find none. Mystics chime withincandescence, but I fearcascade 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.