a midnight patient

if I die
then I think
the thunder will
now make sense

a other time
that echo still
connected with all

that before it
comes,a consequence
connected to wicked
steps


i think that now
it all makes a difference
disjointed though it be
the stony steps
and blistering bone

that breaks
the raindrops
glimmering

in between the moments
when people die
and live
so when I die

i shall now
wake up and take with me
the little ticks
the clock
cannot get out

as water trickles
in small streamlets
while future lays about


the little glimpse of light
that then does intuitively
make a sense
of knowing relativity

the little disconnected
human events
that illuminate

what rational
that if I die
madness shall

prevail
above all else
asunder,sailing homeward thence

to infinity

that as i die
and let my
spirit flee

i then can see
some light

a midnight frequency
thats in-between
the wee upsets

the wicked skin
the small events