a glimpse of your time-
i take into my eye,
a glance of you
you are
the dead corpse of me
thirty years,
thirty seconds from now,
i look into your eye
(its mine, mine, ours)
your eye,
a glimpse into your time
your hand taking mine
ghost touch, ghost mine
your bones through the pale sheet of spectral skins
calcium and marrow like crushed petals,
crushed petals like-
and they are white, with red flecks around your mouth,
your hollow eyes,
take a glimpse into mine
my time, your time
i meet you in the passing trees
i meet you in the faces on the missing posters
i meet you between the black letters of the statistics,
i meet you tonight
oh future mine
with every step i am walked
(gun to my back,
to foggy dark silhouettes of the gallows
rising like the black sun against
the gloom dark horizon)
inexorably
they walk me
to the grave you sleep in
i sleep in,
you and i
as one more corpse,
biding our time.