This could be my magnum opus
My swan song
Or am I just losing my fragile mind
Teetering on an infinite abyss of dementia
I don't think so.
There is indeed an answer to our madness
Our spiderwebs that crackle and pop at the joints
Those sparkling connections that found our love and our universe.
Ask Alice if she really cares about her husband when he's gone
And she will say of course.
But when his face droops and sags
And there is nothing there anymore there is nothing to love.
Heaven is right before your eyes you see
But how do you then reconcile that bleak contagion that will consume us all
Do we start back all over then
At the beginning before the monkeys or the primordial soup
Where the nightmare isn't a reptile's gleaming teeth
But the void between them.
The great known.
Your unanswered knock on a masquerade door.