.....

The rot of time is upon us
    like a casket that no door
                                   can open.


So we stagger around striking poses
               that cannot hold, transfixed
               by a reality that we
                  do not believe.


   The form of things is itself deranged,
         yet we struggle against it
                                        hopelessly,
              fearing the void that victory
                                         would bring.