I've been watching fire bombers glide across this October haze
I've been living in the same flame
of some charred detachment
and
intimate slow burn

The sirens grow loud
and then faint
and
She lays on my bed
her hand on my naked hip
I'm
Falling somewhere I've never been

I think I found my own abyss
There's a chaotic calm waiting at the edge
An anxious acceptance
watching this life happen

I let it
I stand horizontal on this bed
Falling asleep, falling deep into black