this too shall pass, you must have faith, the lord
your god, your help in times of trouble, your hope
when money fails and people fail, the trope
of good and love: this too shall pass, you hoard
it up if you still can. the book still fails
to answer, fails to comfort, fails to show
your life for what it is. in death the glow
is strong, and shines for you in solar trails.
dear dying sun of my regret, please take
my past with you to lethe, to hell, i don't
care which. to freeze or burn or just to die,
it's useless now. the boiling blood, the lake
of fire, the river styx: the man and boat
who take me there, across a blackened sky.