so I am human after all.
not just a dead rock floating in
some godforsaken stretch of space,
drawn by necessity
towards nothing.

carefully observe the
frozen creeks, which
could be signs of former life;
peer past the alien sere
to the ice that melts like metal
in your hands.

nightdream of Milky Way waterfalls
wish-wish-washing down the
chaos precipice,
and there you’ll find
what I have lost.

I ask with moon-wide grin
what more, what more
do you want
(my very anima I’ll give)

as the universe laughs
the spurting, heartless laugh of stars
in my face.

I look at you and see a void;
your eyes do not stare back.
the only eye that sees me
is like a sun that
never dies,
never sleeps.

the existential black hole
sucks me in, rebirths me not.
my head hurts. my jaw aches
from east to west
with a teary manifest pressure
about to implode.

now watch me scatter, disperse
as eternity moves
mockingly into the
orderless beyond, where
all that matters is
the insensible
dark.

so i am flesh and blood
(and theory)
after all.
the end of the world must be near.