One day you, I--all things--must merge into one tiny thing
and then .....poof .....
all things become no thing
but only for an instant,
only until the advent of a new
tiny thing from which a spark
spreads color deeply, widely--a new deluge
of things--water, diamonds, acorns,
someone's happiest moments--
and who knows what else in our eternal
drama of passing time and death approaching.
I don't know what else to say when he tells me
he is crushed and wants to die
so I ramble on and on to fend off,
to dissolve, my pity, his fear, my fear,
by sublimating this dead end he /we face.
It's cruel that life contains the seed
of its own destruction
but somehow it is a thought that lulls
us both into a contemplative stupor
and we can finally close our eyes
and sleep.
