Spirit of Life, Breaking My Heart

How do you capture

An abstraction

Of varying intensity

An impression of density

Even as it over runs,

Defying gravity

Liquid mercury

Spirit of life

Hot as blood.

A salted brine

That tastes of the sea.

The blues become hues

I cannot comprehend

Disappearing into

My soul

A fall without end

A cataract of uncertain

Beginning

Breaking my heart

With a splash

Of finality

Spreading over

The landscape

Of a broad canvas

Bloodied in tentative

Attempts to compose

A version of myself

You might recognise

And I might like.