Teetering on the edge
Then and there, I understood
The end was a black lie
Anticipating every breath to be among the last
A template for everything proscribed
I cannot remember time before my birth
Not even blackness, no silence, no worth
I feel the coming ages
Streaking towards infinity
An absolute lack of sensation
The rest state of nihility
Can anything exist without perception
When nothing has its own reflection?
A flash - an after-image - a soothing requiem
Leagues of caring angels chanting seraphic hymns
Or simply hovering above a dark abyss
I fear nothing waiting quite as real as this
I am on my own. The facts agree
Absolute absence is all I see
I'm trying to comprehend an end
Devoid of all perception
Although I was not, I cannot remember when
I realized my own inception
Light at the end of a tunnel?
Brimstone and fire and hungry naked beings?
I wonder...
Even time will fade away
Space expands in an accelerated dance
All matter gives way
Creation evaporates in photon decay
I try to imagine
A universe without me to feel
I try to remember
Myself before creation: Unreal
Without me, the world will keep spinning on
Three generations of portraits and I'm gone
Nothing but nothing in Deep Time