Unbearable extinction

I’ll never have enough words to paint 

Neither enough colours to speak 

The language of flowers the peak 

An intangible mountain

many layers of voids/voices

many shades of looks

as only a blind face can describe.

hold my hands when it ends 

hold my hands when it ends 

The limits of my limits—a boundary

I’ll never reach each 

sound till the end 

Never touch these words that I send 

to the chords of your mind

in a different ‘same way’.

I’ll never say 

enough to make you laugh to make you deep 

I’ll never have enough legs to creep 

In your stem, in the steam

of an extinguished dream. 

hold my hands when it ends 

hold my hands when it ends 

They say trees communicate through their roots 

their leaves don’t touch,

Yet, when one root was poisoned, the forest was in pain. Collective bleeding running through our vein. 

hold my hands when it ends 

hold my hands when it ends 

Lay down on the grass

eyes looking up.

It’s august but the leaves leave their home

and fall from the sky like 

specks of light 

on our shoulders, our sight. 

Yellow and dry 

on our green teary eye. 

hold my hands when it ends 

hold my hands when it ends 

So

Happy birthday to us. 

Unbearable extinction.

We celebrate it in a crumbling madhouse 

An artificial elastic            mouth 

full of plastic.   Opens and opens deepens and deepens only to reveal and conceal 

its decayed teeth.

Unbearable extinction. 

hold my hands when it ends 

hold my hands when it ends.