meditation w/ awesome iconography

I died for beauty
a small death--eternally--
until the next breath--
eternal leap across breaths
an abyss-- a string of abysses--
the heart stops-- then leaps across
to the next beat-- echoes
endlessly in the bottomlessness.

f\\\

You've learned to fill the holes
with lead, the pencil rain
did-- with Emily D--
in the grave--
until the grass runs out
and we run out of things
to talk about.

She did too,
died, as in lived--
lived weller--better
for beauty-- which
astounds--as truth--
and abets a life
of carefulness.