Ceilings

Ceilings, ceilings
Won’t you hold my hand
As I fly, as I fight,
The demons, the disease,
Eating at my body,
Sliding over my body,
Taking over my body,
Leaving nothing,
Leaving everything.
Until the pain is nothing,
Until the pain is everything,
And I’m left with my life:
Swirling, swarming,
Stagnant, above me,
And I stare, my hand open and empty, at more
Ceiling, ceilings, ceilings.

05/07/00