ESCAPE
in this time of insane
darkness
let me plumb
the darkness I own
and what owns me
do this first, see
what I can see there
take with me whatever
miniscule light
I can find, I can spare
to explore this abyss
determine
what exists
ascertain whether
when it comes to
this evil madness everyone
is talking about
yet
in its thrall, under
its spell
I am indeed its mirror
perhaps more something
deeper
more causal, creative,
wholly implicit
****
and here we are
deep inside this structure
must be
a mausoleum, a tomb,
considering
that I
for better or for worse
have completely
overvalued
my place here
wondering if
I were not
just
a flash
of something
a sort
of a spark
or, it
there is continuity,
a pinprick
of light
frozen for an instant,
momentarily freeze-framed
left bone alone
to contemplate the darkness
around me, moving through me,
not the worst
of all possible worlds
as last moments go
poor souls I catch everywhere
as they die, deaths recorded
by every
kind of medium
pulverized, annihilated, or
plunged into the nadir
of all hellscape
surrounded
by fire
no hope
of escape,
poems 2 die for 