What I Dreamed This Morning

From the edge of the world
I call to the center,
"Is life used up?"
and of course, no one hears
the gibberish in the wind.
.
I've been sipping on it
for so long. And now
I'm beginning to hear the
suck suck at the bottom of the cup.
I take the residue of
sugar against my forbidden tongue.
.

What I remember best
is the resignation of those
with no future, the futility
of voice with no sound.
.
Play is still tempting
but without a product,
with no witness on earth.
Is life used up?