Falling Towards

twist of the sun or was that the reason
listen to the tap on the wall
carefully constructed as minutes continue
hours become days gone by,
intervals of what we keep track of at this juncture
as we fall towards our eventual demise ...

does it have to be?
is there no going back
no returning to how it was then,
must we stay on this track of sliding south
senses numbing as our eyes become dim ...

glancing around, quick! let us not fall too fast
are memories and dreams all we have left,
as daylight shortens into the midst of evening's expiration
groping from someplace severe
and darker than dirt,
colder than those ice cubes we used to delight in
that space there, six feet by six …

(11.29.07.ajs)