10-23 (the end sound)


I wish I could take all the sound
That happens at home and online
All of the voices and grumbling
The ranting and fist pounding
The laugh-out-louds and sad cries
I would take the waves and form a sea
Creating a unified voice of intention that says:

I am the Alpha and the Omega
I am the First and the Last come to call

The Dark. The Light.

I swim in the space that opens upon reflection
I come unseen in the ignorance of now


We are trapped and pinned to the image
Our person captured by the crystal mirror
Waiting together alone for the end to come
Creating sentences to explain our own time
A digital dirge lamenting inevitabilities
The last cigarettes and final feasts
Caught in the light at the end of time:

One man says we will finally be free
One woman tears out her eyes

Know. Nothing.

One man wants to rule the world
One woman wants what’s best for her son