the apocalypse comes 15 seconds from now, i can feel it opening
death is gaping to consume me, all three of my inner lives
the despair whirling up within the spirit, crushing the very promise
one endless realization that all the world is ending, just for me
(i find there are some things impossible to forget, or remember)
and in the nowhere there are only these islands left to stand on
that if i think long enough, i am back reliving most of my former life
to dream that i have won, and then somehow to believe it
life goes on, after all of it subsides, the apocalypse to come again