the moment of death

The Moment of Death

The realization
that no
one else
exists a
crowded room
full of
echoes &


The well-
rehearsed act
that continues
after the
curtain falls,
stray dreams
like doves
in a
bell tower,
a wide
river flowing
with the
blood of


full of
whales &
tilting off
the edge
of the
universe (which
is flat
after all),
the moment
your heart
& brain
cease existing
& the
world comes
to naught.

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