Message Not In A Bottle

Just when I put my mortality behind me Somebody I know dies; the scourge of daylight Drops its existential contents and mental bricks Onto your lap, the comfort zone of life. This vanquishes you; you need to lay down On a bed of roses, but a mattress will suffice, (beds bridge the gap from light to mythic dark) . Starry nights go unnoticed, they take to The streets, no longer trusting the celestial Places they used to feel good in, or drew inspiration. Pascal's dream makes little sense, like sailing On an exhausted sea; waves too lazy to topple you. It seems the blank slate was never blank, it Held a bold message; exclamation points giving birth.