2 October 2025
9 October 2025
afterlife
not sure if i care about the characters
their inevitableness their chance
me too, my being in the same
basket, or something that rhymes with it
but the novel must go on despite
life and its increasing density
enough to match the vacuum of my mind
void, said the doctor, void but my bladder
can never fully empty, its damage done
and like the rest of me, irretrievably
degraded. what’s a void, anyway
the space between the stars, the galaxies?
even there stream light and potential
so with the vacuum of my mind
virtual particles pop in and out of existence
my event horizon is the proof
that some survive – despite everything
a little bit remains, let it populate
the inevitable characters who
are left behind us, it’s their turn now