Monday, April 15, 2013


They tell me that these ancient apocalypses don't speak about the end of the world
    but an affirmation of the world
    a world where death has lost its sting.
But the chaos that hovers on the edge of my vision
    has a voice and he whispers:
"You can't beat me. You need me."
And I wonder if he's right.
And I think about conversations
    about chaos
    about creativity
    about art.
And I wonder who's got it right.

We are on your couch
    not talking
    and thinking about death
    and how it does, really,

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