I feel so very distant.
Detached, stilled and on mute.
The moments are all rushing by.
I’m on a train headed cross-country
My ticket has been paid, I’m all tied in.
You wouldn’t think death to be this comfortable
Plush chairs, warm blankets and a waiter for my needs
Any thing that I may desire is met as the coals feed the
Fires. Fire is spreading and consuming every vacant seat.
I am spared, I am cool, calm and collected.
Could someone turn down that pesky air conditioner?
Everything is up in flames but I have no plans to move.
What if I poured water, cleansing water and made steam?
That would go against my nature, my dull aching nature.
Eventually I will too turn to gray ash. That would be bearable.
More bearable than escaping from this dull painfully numbing ache.