how dim are your headlights?
I’m asking while you drive.
I’m wondering where we go
when we’re gone?
I’m sleeping when the world comes
to an End,
with a comma.
right through the bliss of annihilation
too busy dreaming
to be bothered.

dreaming of grief
as a landscape with an offramp
into ****** fears of your warp.
I’m asking because the sun will die
before your answer
but the question will echo
like a song in the throat
of the very last
bird.