too Soon

In My Mind (Fading Genes)

In My Mind

A summer past, a winter borne

A twelvemonth you've been gone

Into the black froth - no handheld warmth

Memories softened - the hour hand falls.

Lost, you often spake of times gone by -

The vines of past, snaked upon present

Until it all melted into a giant obsidian sky -

We let your thought pot simmer and ferment

The cadence of your exclamations echoes

In the frothy walls of our minds

In your final hour, you were afloat alone

Drowning with your demeaning demons.

But the hour falls again - gravity the victor

This arms race against time and mind

Won in Mother Earth's womb

But not by you.

We tried to search for reason in that place;

I did - they fell back on the race track

Content in their hearts - they did not lift the veil.

So I'm left to clean up the dead like insect stacks

With a broom and brush in hand, I think I can -

Might sweep away you in the dust -

It doesn't even matter now does it?

You're a fleck in the cosmos afar

Back in the belly of that exploding star

From which your atoms were first born -

Maybe you're in peace, whole - but I am torn.