Breakneck speed
Fireflies and flowers and mummified pharaohs:
everything’s dying with breakneck speed.
All of our moments are dying around us;
we’re shedding our breath with our skin.
Mozart is gone and so is next century;
now is the skull within.
There are no morals and there is no prayer
against or to Entropy.
Fireflies and flowers and mummified pharaohs:
it has been tried in bronze and steel
and cold concrete dreams -
yet all is dying with breakneck speed.
(Now watch the butterfly…)
Touch the soft skin covering the vein or
make sculptures of winter breath.
Blow the smoke of your cigarette into a ray of light,
that leaks through a crack in the roof of the barn.
Know these are mirrors and mirrors are liquid:
forever changing and dying worlds.
Put a finger on your eyelid and feel
the fluttering eye behind the prison door.
Know this is nothing and nothing can save us
but we can cheat and enjoy
these feeble few seconds, while we are
here, dying with breakneck speed.