It was a dark and stormy night
the sun was out
it was cold
my feet were getting sunburned
the sky was falling
or was I falling?
I lay on my back, in the wet, muddy, cold grass
trying to fall off of the earth
temporarily turning gravity off
scary
the loneliness was vast
like the cold, impersonal universe
looking up at the sky
saying this is really unfair
knowing that everything is limited
that everything will decay
that everything will disappear
that I know this
that I can’t change it
is so cruel
To be and to love being and then to know the hard truth
that being comes to an end
why do we have to know that
why are we this way?
Suddenly the storm broke though the sun
the cold wind a blowtorch
the rain like rays of heat
the words thought
didn’t matter
matter didn’t
didn’t being
being didn’t
being
didn’t
wind passing over vocal chords
no being necessary
the vast could not be satisfied
the being could not be vast
being, the being
wind passing over vocal chords