Sitting on the bed
Mercury-lit road-bits
To the right
Whislingpiercingshooting trains
To the left.
Why should one live?
The eventful life
Of forefather, to the left
Ennui and worthless future
To the right.
Why must one live?
Slowdown,
Breath,
Sleep
Forever.
The hurt shall subside
Someday.
When you get over the death
Of a grandchild.
