Porcelain

City of blue tile
Figure in Ceramics
Where we reach out
Grab for Porcelain
But it’s too fragile to hold
And it shatters in our hands
In time the seasons will seal these shards
Into the slits that denote your wrists
Death is the answer
To calculations composed of motions that are the same
And secret and different
A missing alphabet with a message for us
When people die
(DIE, DIE!)
They take a piece of us with them
(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE!)
And holes in clouds are minutes passing
(DIE AND DIE!)
Rescind this line and several ties
(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE EVERYDAY!)
The skyline unfolds into explanation
That sometimes words give up
And silently walk off the edge of the page
And here the cry opens up reveals the word inside
The crack in the porcelain
The silent line of sky-lit eyes show
Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here
Try and live