Death is out. It's dead. The kids 

won't have it. Not a lived-in 

experience. Been around too long 

and for what. Denials 

and depression. Wearables



show it's all wrong. Too zero sum.

Modern life's witch trials. 

We break off from self-recitals. 

Not living, partial living. 

we're the debris from one



big bang. When all worlds

were flat, and bread and wine

were body and blood, heaven 

and earth hymned in harmony.

Sink into this black mud. 



I've never said this out loud 

before but there's a deep fear 

you'll bind my jaw. There's no time

and too much time. Every solution 

precedes the problem. There is no 



dark matter.  It just fits. There is no 

death. consoled.