To Calmly Go.
To calmly go into oblivion
as though it is just another next day.
Madness, to expect to just carry on
without a body to get in the way.
Strange thought; but then it’s unavoidable.
Will succumb. Know it’s inevitable.
As sane, I find it undesirable.
Being beyond, unintelligible.
Mind, spirit, soul, given myth pretensions.
My essence, somehow, stays in existence.
Alas, there’s no permanent prevention,
and, at the end, it’s futile, resistance.
Then, will be gone completely. Nothing last.
Nothing welcome about it. The die cast.