05-06-2022, 11:18 AM
Seven Arguments Against Suicide
Twilight drifts,
a clock that floats on distant darkness
where thunderheads mark the horizon.
Behind curtains
rain falls across faceless denizens
of a mechanical sea, its inlets carved
into saurian paths.
Each moment glides past the lens
sealing lips with miscounted sighs.
A broken fisherman
hums inside the wind-up toys
left between this step and the next.
Knifed messages
centered without reason in lunar ecstasies
dance into hailstones that crave existence.
Wordlessly drowned
we toss our last coins in unnumbered lies
to train the wild beasts to spell out
what was written.
Seven is the only candle left to us.
It flickers into night’s last shadow.
Twilight drifts,
a clock that floats on distant darkness
where thunderheads mark the horizon.
Behind curtains
rain falls across faceless denizens
of a mechanical sea, its inlets carved
into saurian paths.
Each moment glides past the lens
sealing lips with miscounted sighs.
A broken fisherman
hums inside the wind-up toys
left between this step and the next.
Knifed messages
centered without reason in lunar ecstasies
dance into hailstones that crave existence.
Wordlessly drowned
we toss our last coins in unnumbered lies
to train the wild beasts to spell out
what was written.
Seven is the only candle left to us.
It flickers into night’s last shadow.