An Urgency

There is an urgency
To late life, a calling,
A surreal falling,
Through a dark vacancy.

There is a tearing pain
Which can never be found.
You cannot make a sound
For nothing’s left to gain.

An endless fall at night.
The body caves a stop;
But all it does is drop
Through kaleidoscopic blight.

Through thought and desire,
Through future, present and past,
What you hoped would not last
Calls hope a bald liar.

Dreams shatter as you fall,
Arms flailing and legs spread.
Each shard says it’s not dead,
Your heart’s an overhaul.

You cease to think or know.
You just fall endlessly,
Through that dark vacancy,
With dead joy and dead woe.

28th aug.


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