[Uncategorized] - Here I Am

Suicide is the only endgame of the sane man.
When he is confronted with the sublimity and vast immutability
Of a dispassionate clockwork universe
With a whirring hub of perfect motion
Its infinity of tiny whole machines on the periphery
And the lesser infinity of tiny broken machines just farther out
And sees those machine attempt repair,

When he walks to sort through driftwood
And sees instead the churning on the horizon
The ships being broken and their pieces left to float
And he turns to face his fellows on the beach
And they say “Ah, the distant black”
And they squint and shrug
“Who can tell what lies beyond?”,

When he wakes to leave his bed
But cannot walk for the braided rope taut around his throat
Anchored through the ceiling
And the woman - who the night before said
“Love me” with a smile - cannot see the noose
And so he places her hands upon it
And she laughs and says “Love me” with a smile,

What can the sane man do but say
“Here I am, heart of all creation,
Here is my corpse to be."