ceasing

 Last breaths uncanny as they are

Life sharp as an eye

last thoughts strange riddles

unsolvable in the dyer

unthinkable in the liver

Last glance as neutral and confusing as birth

you may as well stack balloons

and blow candles

for the surreal shiver of mortality soon

reflect in the steel coffin handles

Last breaths uncanny

A man that taught me to manage

slipping into the outgoing tide

beard below the waves

 we reach for a moral to the story 

yet it´s a fleeting and arbitrary moral

floating past 

one last downpour on the heart

last breath to speak a word

inside the balmy mess of delirium

each wayward word landed well

as the essence inside has no desire to dwell

some invisible realm undiscovered, he is there

toiling like the lost farmer behind his absent stare