To feel the twinkling and twitching

Of every little nerve

Of that very vein

That brings the first flash

Of the fullest flood

Bruised like dusk descending

We're falling down broken stairs

Counting our numbered days

Until the end mark lands square

Over flooded mourning eyes

Closed coffins and failed dawns

Slow centuries of cyclic moons

Deprive the past the right to sleep

Now we're shoveling

Loose dirt in passed hearts

Are we digging a trench

Or merely carving our own graves?

The earth is trembling

The miner's scratch walls

While the beggars just sleep;

One coughing up dust

The other dying for meaning

Both blinded by the light they seek

The glow of the sun

Rusted and westward sinks

Each wounded day

Nursed back by the night

Darkness divine

Restores the weak

Light blurs the lines

Until we just disappear

Do we just disappear?