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;

we stand 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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