Choke

I pour without ceasing into your
blind bottomlessness the thick
and scalding from the very gut
finding neither bottom nor shore
while fear sprouts through the ribs
at the thought I will run dry
sooner than the gaping abyss
yields even the slightest
hint of fullness I give
myself ever more desperately
begging choke on me
lose at last the power
to swallow even a drop
lay bare your brittle finitude
spill over the brim
unable to withstand this flood
burst to pieces flooding
everything around for only that
outlined by an irreversible limit
and unable to hold more
is unbearably and sharply alive