The Ending

When I slipped these earthly grips I swear I can’t remember a moment of decision
Just icy streets and rubber slick and collision of position careening across the boulevard
But all the same, what comes has came
Was it in my power, for the ending to not be the same?

I don’t remember losing count of the cells that mark the line between the living and the dying
Still I feel I’m holding out, tethered by the anger of this stupid situation
I move through space ephemeral, and nurse my empty glass in the corner of the bar room
Haunted by how small the sound and range of all my motions when they could be more tangible

I am wind, I’m as dust.
I am anger without potency, I am feeling without touch
I am steel, turned to rust
Clinging to this world I loved, so much but not enough