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In Extremis
The lawn chair creaks beneath my boredom, Lost, contemplative, utter and many splendored In its quest for a quiet end, My mind a finger pointing the way to nothing, From nothing points but the shell of proto-life. Plumbing shallow depths unfathomed, A breezeless day and cloudless too, No point of reference, beginning, There is none, no hope of end, Stuck in momentlessness I ponder Thoughts without shape (but with what?). Each thought from nowhere nowhere leads, Time, space, love, gone; and missed not In the absence. Can one exist where being has no meaning? I am... Perceiving my history, here is without one, My body, useless, vanishes. My mind... Like a fish out of water I exist in nothingness, here I know things here unknown, Noting timeless seconds, my emotions rebel When I know I'm without them, Soon I forget, soon forgetting is meaningless, And knowledge is no more. My soul vanishes in the end of metaphysics, Until only the void remains.