You said you’d like to dwell in the chaos for a while longer
“Here, where the ground has become softer—”
It’s all in your mind, I remind you, it is everything else
that has turned tough, rough. Take off your lens;
open your eyes. Ad infinitum tempus post tempus:
it is time. No more second to lose.
“Hush, please. Can I at least just breathe? For one,
one moment. All the remaining neurons are in overrun.
I would like to look up the sky once more
and feel the sound of the lion’s roar
from far away from my safety bubble.
Inside here is enough trouble.”
How perplexing! I do not understand: you
said you’d like to dwell in chaos longer, before we follow through,
but I never said anything about leaving, or that all this is temporary.
Did you think chaos is just in your bubble of safety?
Chaos cannot be contained.
“And neither can anything real.
Is that the point?”