Seize

[beckable]

And the days go by, one by one,
Each similar to the next-
The silent woes, the undersexed,
The vivids strangling the pastels,
Inside, outside, go to hell,
The overflowing nothingness
Compensates for staling caress,
Short stubs and long, tingling spine,
Pointed pieces going blind-
Stifling sighs for the already-gone.