I am lying against two pillars
They are old
Cracking and stammering
Under my weight
Under my youth
They are dying.
And I can’t help it.

I dreamt the other night
That She had indeed begun to die
And neither He nor I
Knew what to do
So we just watched
And when we couldn’t bear
The sight of her white swollen body
Anymore
We just left.

All of us- we are nothing
Nothing but a game of dominoes
Death always wins.
I’m resting against
Two old pieces of wood
Soon they will falter
And crush to the ground
And melt.
And I will be myself a little closer
To the unbearable ultimate duty
Of dying.

It is undoubtedly so
That we will never know
The beauty of eternity
Or if there is any
To be found in it
At all.