epitath

wake. no one's moving
sleep. no one's still-

exhausted vitality draws you out of the pattern,
little eraser bits.
and peices.
life keeps happening without you.
may as well
write yourself a grave with.
a pretty and apologetic epitaph and it's okay to.
lie
for everyone already knows. none of us really qualify
for pearls or for gold.
let alone.
human.