falseman

wasn't setting sun
pink veins dot the eye
over my
dead body
yelling and clubbing and clubbing
can you feel
it
my watering eyes
never
chasing
i can sit in the same chair forever
i say at the nothing
the creeping fear of being
forgotten
or dotted
or what we are
passing
solar flare
light burns through debris
both end and begin
with death
maybe