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
