Falling Deeper

There are lights here and there, beyond

The realm of what they say is true,

These are lights so soft and so pure

Untainted by this spilled ink that

Someday someone tipped over.

Light, beautiful, untouchable

Oh what I would give

To touch them again,

Bathe in that warm light again

And be lost in its eternal goodness.

Misery of the spreading across this canvas!

There is no room for light when

The blinds have pulled shut, and

The inside is already drowning

The canvas is rotting

All frames are shattering and

Here beyond everything it has reached

Again, too deep, where does it begin?

Where does it end?

Oh, but it ends only when

It has nowhere to go and

There is nothing left.