Look at you, darling;
Swiftly colliding with all of reality as it is happening;
All at once,
All of us, clashing lives
Coming against the turmoil,
The tides, the arms of the ocean
That pulls us in – and swallows us whole.
The metaphoric black hole,
The silent background…
“Death,” she whispers as she comes in;
Just like that, to the night she leaves, vanishes,
Because our memories of death,
Our imprints of mortality
Constantly remain with us
At every hour – until the final hour.
We were born to feel our dying flesh,
Clashing and living against the consuming sea;
The sea that all of us are in
And look at you in the eye of the beholder
Of such an impersonal hell you were brought
To exist in.
Look at you, the self, the “ego,”
Always tasting, savouring the caramel taste,
Packed up in a wrap of bitterness, of life and death;
You know, all the things surrounding what you come to know
As the veil of existence.
Being there is my signature – All of our signatures.
So fall with me – swiftly, calming,
Comforting each other against the face of suffering,
Because in the true, organic,
Flesh incarnate, subjective juice,
We are all here – We exist.
Together we are dying;
Together we exist;
Hold me in your sleep,
Caress me so tightly
As I sing to you my crying,
My mourning, from this brief
Isle of existence – which is called me.
Please hold me, and I will hold you.
Sing to me, and I will sing to you;
Oh, so dearly I will sing to you.
Let’s romanticize death one last time
As we face the void,
the complete empty,
that life is.
Because even if it is not true that you are true
– that you exist, that is –
Your heat, to me, is the single truest thing
That I could ever crave.
Your caress, to me, already is the brushed glimpse
Into each other’s eyes – our lives –
And that is all I could care to leave behind.