consimating constalations

So it has come to this
the precipice
of our existence
our holy eternal
impermanence
our Dia De Los Muertos
in the misery that surrounds us
leaves have turned
and legs have trembled
till your to weak
to speak
and what started as a limp
leaves you paralyzed
and the sobering truths
hang like an air freshener
while your drive
to the next destination
on a roundabout dead end
procrastinating
disintegrating
where the rubber meets [...]