The hand reaches out
the hand reaches out
into the place where I know nothing
finding a rough granite on my skin
reminding me of my death and love
of this most perfect awful structure
that will encompass me into its black folds
the hand reaches out into the ink that blots out my
life with one sure stroke
washing down the tears of my memory of you
and I
the hand reaches out for one last moment
as the stars wrap their gaze upon me
