Until The Sunshine Goes Away Poem by Robert Beksinski

From the oil, I rise

Into the plight of life

Live to end with the dying star

Ready to explode its memories

Into miniscule particles

Scattered across the unknowing

A little bird, aged by the hour glass

Ready to die. Ready to fly

Determined to fill a void

With emptiness in its eyes

To fly into the sun

And search for an answer in the attempt

It has to be in the attempt!

To understand, to understand everything

Because I don't anymore