City of blue tile Figure in ceramics Where we reach out Grab for porcelain But it's too fragile to hold And it shatters in our hands In time, the seasons will seal these shards Into, the slits that denote your wrists Death is the answer To calculations composed of motions that are the same Secret and different A missing alphabet with a message for us When people die They take a piece of us with them And holes in clouds are minutes passing Resend this line and several ties The skyline unfolds into explanation But sometimes words give up And silently walk off the edge of the page And here the cry opens up and reveals the world inside The crack in the porcelain The silent line of sky-lit eyes show Show me death it's up there, shine more brightly than lives down here Try and live