Serotonin is on her Sails
I felt a celebration in the end
Of a funeral in the brain
That was not so much Serotonin
But something else, I cannot say!
Something in me enjoyed tragedy
Or the idea of bare simplicity
Nude in anonymity,
Like the keen peace of silence
Or the agony of intimacy
With nobody, but something else
That’s descendent divinity
The space between one
Season of life and another
The waiting, the wrecked waiting….
I felt a celebration in the dark
Of suffering at her fuel’s end
Where mourners leave the known world
And where lovers turn to go
When all the kisses have run out.