2 October 2025
21 October 2025
afterlife
not sure if i care about the characters
their inevitableness their chance,
nor if i care about me, being in the same
basket, or something that rhymes with it
but the story must go on despite
life and its increasing density
enough to match the vacuum of my mind.
void, said the nurse, 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:
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, perhaps they’ll care