Blood-sucking,

rainbow crushing

Statistically

electrifying, pump

The gas like a

1200 horsepower

Steam engine

could steal

you

From the moment

you lost a

friend,

It's the tear-

battered eye,

wounded with light

Which unfurls

to darkness,

the shiver

of toes

From a ghost who

knows how hard your

Happiness could

shatter

the rain,

thunder,

Even a fathom

of what's under

your upturned

(Soaked in ice,

slush

and snow)

palms.

But it's not,

it's not,

if I could just have

A second––

Happy, happy, happy

Now cry, cry, cry

Rake your fingers

Down your cheeks

And yell, call, hope

For the energy

To run.

Run to where

––The horizon

kisses the sun,

––The sea

turns white as a cloud,

––The sand

becomes embers

and ash,

molecules smoked

of fire down your

Throat, shared

Between the hemoglobin

Of your arteries,

Who must think

How extraordinarily

fantastical

To be alone

With your hands,

And feet,

And breath in your lungs,

how extraordinarily

fantastical

to

be

alive

(when the world still

Knows your name)