It's as if
holy
work
is always
in progress
By design,
lifeless,
birth
is always
in progress
By design, the petals of glass
shatter in champagne, it's
By design, the empty glass
leaves open air for
for crystal black.
It's as if
life grows
great
with divide
by design
I inhale.
You breathe
out.
Done fighting.
Wind up dead.
By design, our lungs sputter black
past accomplishments, it's
By design, we embalm the dreams
we see as meaning, we
keep them.
we keep them.
End.
See you around, space cowboy.
