What is a memory?
What is a thought?
Is it the fear of losing the trees to the sky?
Is it the darkness inside out?


The pain clouds my thoughts, closing in
I cannot bleed, cannot hemorrhage
Cruel irony runs through my veins now
And hate
My mind races with the corruption of fear
I am no longer me
I am no longer you
I am


If I were the sun and you were the ocean,
     we could meet at dusk and drink of each other
in bliss and warm familiar chaos
Will you die to me?