All this needless beauty wounds me,
Tears me apart.
Between me
And the facts-such a chasm!
The phantoms of the daytime
Do me more harm
Than those of the night.
Entropy is catching up with me,
Physics plots the invisible graph…
(I reserve the right
To discontinue my existence
By any means,
At any time).
Head cocked, attending
The tintinnabulation of the spheres,
I check my hairline in the mirror
And sketch another fantasy world.
Behold the paramecium,
Shooting forward and recoiling,
In a one-dimensional tunnel…
Why maul my soul with wrenching woes,
Cursing and condemning myself
For this, for that,
For the man that I am,
And not someone better, something more?
Someone pass me a trumpet,
And I’ll play a high note
With all the breath I have left.
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