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We all die via necrosis.
A deleterious detonation,
A shockwave emanating from
Ground zero (Cardiac monitor -
Monotonic null).

This golden forest rooting deep in a
Corner of my heart - all is silent and still.
The stars frozen in place, memories
Tucked softly among dead seeds.
There you wander, gaze reflecting
A stillborn dawn. Aspen eyes watch
Warily, blinking at the crackle of your steps.
(I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.)

The explosion had caused
Ashen snow and acid rain, stripping
My innards clean (not like it matters, little
Fragments of myself die and are replaced
By the minute. It's a quiet art.)

Love, what a bitter name. A tang of coffee
Locked in my chest, the scent of iron in
The air (after all, blood is thicker than water.)

The mist rises from the black sea, settles like a river
Between streets
And cloaks the valley. The world is scrubbed
Out by white, awaiting something. If I simply stir it,
The turbulence is enough to
Birth a universe.

But I am verklempt, the aching empty fullness
Weighing my soles down, wearing my soul out.
My legs fell asleep so all I can do is stand
Among the trees, hoping no one else comes here
To dream.