life. it starts kicking and screaming, the cradle of a new light; it awakens with a yearning vellichor, gasps its first breath of air; it draws in the world with new whispers of light; the rubichorous thump of a new heart, the start of a new age.

death. the veil of nightfall succumbs to its final embrace; with the spinning golden thread, snipped at its edge; our final memoir written in nothing but the stars above; the last of our existence swept into the breeze.

the universe unravels, spinning its tapestry of time; we burst free of bonds, tear through interwoven twine; we weave bridges with our propinquity, fill our psyche with adoration; with our souls intertwined, we kindle flames of eternal love.

the last of life flashes before us, we clutch its penultimate thread; with one last blow, we tumble into an endless void; the essence of our being dissipating into a culmination of nihility; the last of the perennial hydrangeas wilting to a fine sand.

we are architects by day, but firefighters by night; smolders rage through cities, bruise our knees with ashes; life has its way with all of us: an endless void of shadowed twilights; we seek each gleam of amber light, learn to make the next climb.