Zdzisław Beksiński
I wonder if today will be the day
I fall from your preliminary graces..
The ambulance came, its siren threading
With the motives of my recumbent pulse.
Dying feels nothing like release
When bred of obligation (real or imagined).
Every star ever sewn lays between us
The edges like the tips of safety pins
The sky, a subliminal regalia
For an entity scarcely witnessed
And just as bacteria can not perceive
Its host we are too modest
To reconcile the truth in analogy.
Sometimes all it takes is the light
Sliding uninvited beneath
My depressed lids and sometimes
It takes only one ‘I love you’ spoken
Without pity or ultimatum (real or imagined)
To restore one’s equilibrium.
mindlovemisery 
This is wonderful- sending lots of love to chase away the ghosts x x x
Awww thank you so much
Love this!
I am so glad!
Sometimes the stars do look like the shining tips of safety pins.. Good imagination.
Thank you so much!
Beautiful!
Thanks Bianca!
i found the allusion of the stars to be like safety pins…that they hold the space together…
and how that plays off all in between you…to be very cool….
Thank you Brian! Thanks for getting it
I too loved the safety pins–small bits holding things together–beautiful writing
Thank you Audrey XD
Work of Zdzisław Beksiński my Idol ,Tomasz was his son
You are correct I will fix that
Your poem too