geez

puzzling, this cayman sunset

rise and fall and live and die

we aren't so inconspicuous

as we tell ourselves we are

but truth, a simple bleeding second

ignored and willed away

slipping into the neutral light

that covers over everything

truth is that no one,

not sun not sea, not you not me,

not life nor death nor ecstasy

gives a single shit

and here we sit, centered

amidst the floating universe

convinced

that each breath is a miracle

each step is a milestone

each word a revelation

though they fade, finite, finished

fuck all, if truth be told

which it hardly ever is

they leave us behind, broken

wondering what happened to our youth

back when all the world was wide and welcome

and all our moments crucial and consequential

and our bodies, now fallen to pieces

were strong, sure, ready for anything

convinced we carried the world on our backs

but it was all a lie, and truth has made itself known

that all of this is failing

and soon will be no more

shit, I guess its a down day today