over into elsewhere

surely arrival has been reached
and the sky’s been stoppered?
nearly to the clock’s last minute
will i be nostalgic as rust
once that rainbow bridge has
been diminished?
tears are only salt nowadays,
only winter cries icicle masks
thru’ the ice of someone else,
no one eyed for anyone
this is the last window looked
thru’, that last tapered cloud
being swallowed by dusk in
a red almost fiery glove
where the horizon has crowded
antigens, skyscraper bodies all
there is no trundled train coming snake-
like patience, no announcement
no message upon broken confetti
or the wither of returning sap
this is that edge that’s waiting to be
leapt, for all stood things will fall
another shoddy breath as if trying
to usurp the lung, and the sheets
moon patterned cling, yet another
skin to be free of once the fastening
of light undoes, and that drop into
empty, no stairs can halt or slow
ceiling gone, awareness like a fading
autumn, replaced by a season of none