The Light of the World

I have ran a marathon,

but what is that now?

once the old dog down the street,

humped for two days straight,

does that make him any less decrepit

or wasted?

life does not stand still,

that is not the way of things,

vision is nothing but tomorrows memories,

as reality is lost on the cutting room floor;

we spend our lives waiting

for yesterdays dreams;

standing here today,

poised on the verge of immortal madness,

such strange new beasts these are,

ready to devour the earth,

the moon,

the stars;

the light of the world has gone out,

leaving it cold and dark.

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