Points of Eternity

I hit my head against the glass surety of reason escaping fast.

Floral patterns travelling fast as comprehension becomes last in class.

This ships beams floating in the drink still at half mast.

Swirls deeper further fast.

Hopeful still of being found the lights of evening reflecting home.

Calm, yet clean, and feelings fluster into the breeze that chills and comforts.

Your karmic supper that you scrape at the bottom of the glass tastes like reluctance a pear filled mash.

Sweet, and sour the midnight hour in full bloom.

How far do we sink? How far is soon?

Faces glisten off the waters that we haunt.

Years we scoffed up as we flaunt.

All seems endless until the end.

Out here in our own funerals, no room for friends.