A Mind Is Never Clear

Or you could give it a rest—
Go on disintegrating;

Give up on the heartbreaking
Effort to tie it all up.

Some departures are abrupt,
Thanks to things like car crashes,

Shaky ladders collapsing,
Someone trying out a gun—

No last words of advice. Done.
Linger, and you’ll whisper rot

When you offer your last thoughts,
Blue’s too dark—all silk is best—