City of blue tile
Figure in Ceramics
Where we reach out
Grab for Porcelain

But it's too fragile to hold
And it shatters in our hands
In time the seasons will seal these shards
Into the slits that denote your wrists

Death is the answer
To calculations composed of motions that are the same
And secret and different (secretly the same)
A missing alphabet with a message for us

When people die
They take a piece of us with them
And holes in clouds are minutes passing
Rescind this line and several ties
The skyline unfolds into explanation

That sometimes words give up
And silently walk off the edge the edge of the page
And here the cry opens up and reveals the word inside
The crack in the porcelain

The silent line of sky-lit eyes show
Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here
Try and live