End Space

If the world or one’s life is to end

Every human should have a human \

Every person should have a person

The logistics are suspect, but the illusions comforting

The assumptions of betrothals and conceptions

Life splintering into entrails of thought

That each mind has a space to imagine a face, a body

To cradle as the world disintegrates atomically

I still put you there

The shunts truncated and the roots hold in the autumn

Sun clouded and maligned that the passageways of glaciers melting

The inferno smelting the flesh clutched like a raft

Through these oceans of blindness keep crying out to a lioness

Of blue skies and purple sheets knowing so little beats indiscriminant

Matriculation and employment shift and the devils of Texas blurt

Obscenities like the whips that drive slave ships

To the definitions of making-a-living knowing neither of us chose in each other

Or the children or the stance that this was sustainable and yet in this crucible

As I bear to burst the manacles of extrication of a decade at sea

I would choose you to be that person

Currents and obstacles and I wanted the simple drive of midnight

To fall asleep in arms of straw and brick mortared in the skin of forget

The blood on the floor and the rubber in the driveway shredded in marks

That we ever had a chance as if angels or devils exist

So we are drawn to argument and the tangent becomes perpendicular in the cross

The black and the white fade into the fog of where ships harbor

America seems so distant in the apocalypse, but I dreamed about you again last night

Knowing I need another face, spark, driveway to imagine