Here I stand
At the end of the world
Waiting for the final bell to toll.

I do not see the man hiding beneath the façade
I do not growl for the loss of an era bygone
I do not excavate another passé idea
Of love and heartbreak, of self, of nature
And everything eternal.

I will take the hemlock on offer
But I will not go on a rant
I pledge not to make a sound anymore
And I will close my eyes,
Slowly as if not to create a ripple
Though the ether.

Nothingness is the only Constance

Everything else is but a surreal reverie
Waiting to be wished away.


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