the sun and moon
stared at one another
across the ravaged skies
swirling ebony slowly
devoured azure dominion
as i drove south
feeling the pull of each
but finding solace
in reflected rays
rather than baring
the full brunt of
the sullen solar glare

when i was a kid
staring out the window
at endless field of
corn in various hues
a mile seemed as far
as touching the stars
time moved slower
around my smaller frame
and as i grew older
it has snapped into
a double speed mania
where i grasp for momentos
which turn to dust
as i fumble frantically

perhaps it has something
to do with how death
has evolved from an abstract
into undeniable certainty
the morbid understanding
this all ends makes each
precious second impossible
to gauge through these
accursed compound eyes
for i am little more than
a fly in the great cesspool
existing only for a blink
then forgotten among the lost