One must pause.
Pause and allow the greys
of exhaled cigarette smoke
to smudge themselves nicely into the greys
of an unreasonable sky.

All this living you speak of
is grey, the blacks of Thanatos pouring into the whites of Eros,
blurred
and deformed
in an act of reconciliation with the inexorable deadening of affect.
All this living you speak of,
this running fasterfasterfasterfasterfas...goddammit!
Are you sure there is no other way ?

Come now, drop the facade
and come with me.
Are you sure there is no other way?
Of course there is, and it's much closer to ruin.
I'll take you there.
Let me take you there.
Let me take your petite hands in mine,
kiss that forehead just above those infinite blue eyes
and run fast and ready to a place beyond all light.
All the tumult
All the turmoil
will dissolve into your infinite blue Yes.
So come with me!

You know there is no getting away for me
after you have bent the arc of the universe just so
tying up your hair the way you do and
turning on all the lamps of the world
with a million acts of quiet, resolute tenderness.
You know now that I could not but fancy you.
I had no choice.
I have no choice...

Arre come now, come naa?
Drop the facade
and come with me.
It'll be worth it, I promise. So come with me,
and we'll meet death at sunset with a yawn.
What is this world, if not an excuse
for us to walk hand in mehndi-decorated hand,
to the place beyond all light?