the spirit of death
tinged with fearful
anticipation of permanence
spins about me today like a
dust devil
promising dissolution
nothing
questions and curiosities
about our nature
whispering:
"
you cease to exist"
but here i am
only knowing existence
"
they meditate on
celestial kingdoms
but there are none"
i've
seen
the green rolling hills of
Other-where
"
there is a doubt"
i'm flesh and blood
"
soon not even that"
i know
"
your name as the faded
graves you've visited
forgotten and desolate"
what's in a name?
"
as arbitrary as life"
i should rejoice in it
"
yes try to forget"
live in the moment
"
the end comes
irresistibly regardless"
leave me alone
let me forget
"
you've seen my face"
i've seen it and know
"
your clarity is a
gnawing worm"
i've
seen
Other things
"
they are fanciful visions"
i will ignore them no longer
the spirit left me then
not with its usual laughter
carrying a spear
its tip encasing a
black vacuum
disappointed or
indifferent
