Your organs shut down in order of importance
I got the news as i was walking out the door
That i would never see you again
Blinded in the act of bringing into focus
All the stupid shit obscuring my perspective
Hyper-specific, idiosyncratic
And my bloodstream's full of bullshit
And my skull is stuffed with cotton
But i see clear enough to tell when something's ripe
And when it's rotten
You were none of the above
You were something else entirely
Now you're gone
Are you in heaven or are you everywhere at once
A constellation, a mirror image, or a mirage
Howling as if you were trying to freeze the sun