How far away is death? So near. Death is the stopping of the heart, the ceasing of the brain. The stillness of the fluids and the blood. Death is the erasure of all the memories – all the people, places, feelings, tastes, sounds and touches. Death cold stops all of it. Never to be found …
The sounds of whipping flame in the morning breeze.
Car tires hum across the street above.
The chime of the harbor mouth bell buoy
The puppy fails to grow fast enough for perception.
Tik tok.
The joke of all jokes – an app that burns life into insignificant ashes is named for the old devil who murders the moments.
And the veterinarian loved animals, so she played the part.
And I loved words and signed up for that one.
“But I’ve lost the words to find righteousness in thought, ” I said.
