Unseen and untouched and unfelt.

I am lost and dust and grass.

Shining are stars of belt.

I am nothing but machine brass.


Immortal and breathing and dead.

You are feeling and hoping and seeking.

Dark matter is crumbs of bread.

You are aching and smiling and creaking.


Spleenful and cerise and crying.

She is singing at last.

The truth hiding and shivering and lying.

She is no more but the past.


Flying and dancing and falling.

He makes her music free.

Painting and the canvas is calling.

He fades away and leaves me.


Heights and drowning and dreaming.

We are not here anymore.

Eyes embracing and kissing and streaming.

We whimper and scream and roar.

…breathing and dead.