I TAKE A PICTURE OF THE MOON NOW; A FIELD AT DUSK,
A BODY OF WATER.
I SCRAPE THIS BODY ACROSS MY SOUL: TEACH ME SLOWNESS WHEN DEATH
RUNS AHEAD OF SCHEDULE.
I CHASED EMPTINESS - TO HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
BUT I STILL WANT TO LICK THE SOUND OF THAT VOICE
THIS WILL BE GONE SOON.
ALL OF THIS WILL BE GONE.