Shades & Shadows

Death Painting

I still write letters
The way an astronaut
Carves his name
Onto the moon
In endless space
To nothing
To no one
But the echo
Of starless black
Maybe the moon
Is a letter
Or a name
Carved onto
The echo
Of becoming
So those that came after it
Could hear the sound
Of scribbles
And what are these
But the struggle
To exist
In some form of writing
Maybe the sun
Is not here to help me see
But to help me see
Beyond it
And follow the scribbles
Past the echo
Of bondage
That binds me to this
Little blue scribbling
I wish to fly
Beyond it
Through it's
Blurred lines
And crossed out words
Maybe some planets
Are crossed out words
That lost sight
Of the scribbles
Of an endless life
And maybe the universe
Fell from such great heights
That everything broke
But this little blue scribbling
Covered in bruises of hope
To remind all others
To follow the scribble-like rope
Back to the circus
Of purpose
Above or below
And maybe the scribbles
Are my vain
Interpretation of more
And the moon is no letter
Or name
No better
Than just
The moon
Then maybe my letters
Are just the same
No better
No more
Than scribbles
Of forgotten pain
And thus I am
A soon to be forgotten
Page
Sinking in the sea of time
That will sink itself
Like these thoughts of mine
And maybe,
No,
Never mind.