All this...religion. The temple of self. The ego love. The largest love of all. Seize. Behold. My massive, incomparable grief.
For a body.
For your mind haunts, and stalks my ego. Staying all night in window. Relishing my grasp, my reach, my longest arm. Strong. It holds on beyond the grave. To your flickering mind. Wick burning down. Slow. It releases from my hand. And falls to the floor. Enveloping the room. The house. The woods. The world. The ego.
From space, the ego looks blue. Holding breath. Purging lungs. No air, none of that, stay away please. We don't need air we need love. Seas. Turn red. Like glass, stained with the salt.
From my body.
Nothing is left. So much nothing. Nothing everywhere. Not even candlelight can warm. No need. No need. None. One last violent spasm? For old times sake? Please. Come back. And kiss me one last time.
Then...stop. Calm down. Just rest. In this. This is. It is. All this. This all. This is it. All this is. It. Is. All.