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
And I wonder who's got it right.
We are on your couch
and thinking about death
and how it does, really,