Beyond Reach

My work is done. Now I must die.

It's the tragedy and it's the drama

That makes beauty melt like candle wax

Over a heart where it's vulnerable to heat.

It is lovely.

I want my life to be beautiful, but

I don't want my life to be a sad song,

Or conundrum, and end in unfurling defeat.

There are no thoughts to keep

My falsehood fresh.

There are no words to fill the crack

Between reality and wish.

I am speechless before my own sorrow

And weary of my eyes staring at me

From the mirror.

And I'm leery of leaving a comfort painted blue

And cold and hot at the same time.

And if there were a universe of perfection

Built with bricks fired in the heart of a sextillion

Beginning suns

It would be wrapped in a magenta smog

Stitched throughout with golden lightspeed

And breaths of green smoke like dragons;

The smog of irreality and life energy

Sets it apart.