and I judge myself to be at fault; not anticipating,
I fall through a hole
When it seems there is little left
Thin as I am, my other looks up at me
Maybe he is a ghost and the dead
I wonder what waits hidden
What will the creatures
I have never underestimated the power
of circumstance,
or the perverse power of everything
that can go wrong when you least expect it;
and always problems that do occur, eventually
seem to come from within,
being complacent and nonchalant;
and what I have lost over the years
does not make me greater,
only deeper.
more gets taken away, yet I have come through
to the other side a gaping wound,
but then I am the wound
only deeper.
is it possible that more can be taken,
playing cards with himself.
He offers the deck to me, the game of chance.
It is useless to make guesses.
are coming to greet me.
from my eyes; it is enough to grind your bones.
I we myself, have argued all our life
have I finally become cynical in our discussions.
is it from the dawn of old age.
of this world do
when I nova.