Moribountiful

Death is the only memory to keep 
Among the clippings of forgettings 
Leave the days and nights and faces 

Likelier than random 
Your eyes become the sun 
Burning a new fuel 

As each moment passes 
Without a camera or mirror 
To catch where it started 

Racing the universe 
To the last bulb 
Heading to the only place in the back of your head