I am a growing problem

Light & oxygen feed me defenseless

I am a growing problem

The one I wept before

has died

far away beneath the sea to the west,

in another language

One I wept for

the other way,

with a small cat in my lap,

has also died,

to the east,

across the sea, in another language

I am a growing problem

I feel eternity's double message

around me:

always & never, never & always;

a tumbling fall & a slap in the face;

a growing problem