A
DEAD END
may i be just one
among a milliard others
waiting in line
for my turn
to
dance
awkwardly
with doubt and with
anxiety
into death, the final
portal ---
as
the individual.... nothing more nothing less...
i
wish to be
an
evolutionary dead end ---
all relations abandoned;,
all families cracked;
all soil dried out
and all blood miscoloured
with the arsenic of renunciation
no
children
no
heritage
no
fucking pet even,
no
anything ---
just
finality, the genetic entropy
of
my own life-strain
speeded up just a little
with the help of my
bandit soul---
confusion,
my heredity;
I
would not want to bring about confused children to this world
because I aspire not to
be mean
and I do not wish to lead
a petty life;
thus I ask you --- what
is a greater pettiness;
what is a a greater
existential parsimony;
a more shameful surrender
unto dull averageness,
than having children...
all
life on earth shares a common ancestor --- which is nothing
---
and precisely that will
be the only fossil of our existence.
i
am a dead man trapped in a near-life experience ---
that is all life seems to
amount to;
despair
nothingness
abjection ---
the dna of the human
spirit.
let
us reverse the principle of
never attributing to
needless complexity
what adequate banality
may evidentially explain;
let
us take this Occams' razor ---
and
cut our wrists open with it;
life might be
explained by evolutionary, reproductive necessities
but that is a fucking
cop-out!!!
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