Suitably Weird, Strangely Deep

filigree of trade winds
and the horizon awash in ocean
scent clouds white as lace circling
the pepper trees
even as the universe continues to expand,
galaxies, speeding up toward infinity
the film is finished. Never finished.
This far into the river we may as well continue
This is the end beautiful friend
This is the end my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands the end
No safety or surprise the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
memory died when their photos
 weather-worn points of
billion-light-years-old light of dead stars
reflected in polluted water under the trees
in the mist shadow of boys by the daybreak
 in the peony fields cold lost marbles
 in the room carnations little blue-eyes-
twilight grins rose tornado,
the dogs are quiet.
Strange you never knew,
I think it's strange.
All of these voices, I've been
speaking to the dead for days,
it comes on slowly,
life, though, is for those who
can. burn. brighten.