A life is made of single moments
we cherish the ones that break through the veil
of spacetime we end alone
buried in the earth
food for worms

Carpe Diem
was your lesson
And if we fall
to get back up again
In the end
facing whatever fear
what original sin
even cold revenge
to take the chance to be alive
and fight the hive-mind
the search engine roiling across the horizon
we march to the distant drum
by the beat of your heart
black metal against black engine
gunning away from the burning wave
to google ourselves

Outside of my window
was a tree
its leaves
had all been eaten by grasshoppers