Sitting alone, contemplating
an end to this world.

If it is meant to burn,
it shall burn.

If it is meant to drown,
it shall drown.

God is in tears
trying to decide.

I don’t care, not at all.
If I am to go with it, I shall.

Either way, or some way
I haven’t thought of — yet.

I know at the end I will say,
“is that all?”

With that in mind,
I keep my eyes open for it.

It will come one beautiful day
or some years from now.

Someday I shall close my eyes
to it while I am saying magic words.

Is that all? Such relief.
Such a release from all this weight.

Is that all? An old cabaret song
in the last air.

Is that all? Two bodies dance
a tango in twilight.

Is that all? I shall close my eyes,
since my ears are doing the last work.

Notes fade, fire burns out, floods recede.
I wipe God’s face in my last moment.

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onward,
T