I can’t see a thing
A total absence of light
Curse these sunglasses

On a clear cold night
Visible are
The whiskers of time and space

A life of knowledge
Permanently extinguished
Upon the last breath

The wind shakes my car
Like a high-speed tightrope act
I try not to fall

the butterflies came
and tore his body to shreds
in the morning breeze

The evening breeze
Carries the birds
Over congested highways

the lizard closes its eyes
as it takes flight
in the beak of a mockingbird