Dip my heart in 20 shades of shit and dumbness, paint it pink,
bedazzle it with sick neurosis, let it dry and tie it to
a tiny little chain. Inscribe their name, ask them to do the same
and wager which ell break and bleed before our fleeting time is through.
Looks so pretty hanging round their necks … some starry metaphor,
knowing that the source of every light you see’s already died.
The end precedes beginning or, it’s done and over long before
the 1st attempt has been absorbed into a 2nd try.