Die Empty

Do I want to write a book 

before I go away?

for that book 

will die inside me…

but who cares really

for what I have to say?

It’s the map of

my brain synapses

of what was framed

in those spaces

before response

after stimulus

-somewhere in between

incoherence 

and action

to make sense of life

it just had to be done

I know now 

there’s no going back

to reframe or rewrite

then why bother 

with painting transience

or a fading tail light

I might as well go

easy into the night

Die empty

feeling light…