T H E E N D C O M M U N E

DESTROYING

SOMETHING

BEAUTIFUL

i seek

that which destroys by default,

and i seek

to absolve in the viscidity of it;

like quarks of entropy embedded

in the nucleus of the universe

i too may ripen

into the precursor of the mightiest storm,

the gale of quantum catastrophe;

i put my ears to this void

and i listen to what it sounds of;

i shall try to savour these letterless words

for nothing is talking to me - and i need listening to it;

i need silence and i shall claim solitude

like one need savouring a bitter and old fruit with impunity

over the volition of gaunting marasmus;

i am attentive to the null oratory

of whatever incomprehensible is out there,

and i seek drinking the draught of wisdom

for my throat is parching by the fucking second ―

i ponder emptiness

indifference

and eternal recurrence

and thereof starts to take note

of every passing transient moment

until i gradually realize

the ubiquitous and formless

nature

of all experiential phenomena ―

for so ordains the admonition

from the pulpit

of

nothing at all.