l'escalier

It doesn't really matter 
       what your opinions are 
          eventually everyone vanishes disintegrates 
                and in that moment
          as all is ominous 
          bloated with meaning
      mind reeling 
                                hand clutching 
               gasping for inclusion 
                 life as intrusion
                    glimpses of dark 
                shape of non-existence
                 circular words 
                     chem-trail thoughts 
                 lag in the ether 
                      hands holding 
                      hands wielding 
                           one another 
                       as if protector 
                             only placater 
                       alone together
                   under the pressure 
                     of time's eraser 
                 continuum um ending 
                       frenetic feeling
                 bounce from bodyfloor
                                        to bodyceiling 
                  re-writing the feeling 
                    of a lost boy seeing 
                      the colors betweening 
                   pale and blue
                    consuming you 
                   losing your color 
                      (i'm losing you)
               losing (my) lover

soul-gaze in your eyes like watching for shoot stars in a night sky and black clouds pass by above
pupil iris retina sclera black clouds hang ☁
conclude end too soon stop snuff
too young to halt a fucking life