The End

You must be kidding!..
...For I have never felt this electric disturbance before,
For I have never undergone this power disruption,
And never found myself on the unwelcoming floor.
These things were real.
I’ve pinched myself many times
To make sure it was not one of my grotesque dreams
And you were not one of my grotesque night visitors.
I’ve held onto random objects that I’ve filled with innocent light.
In the moment it was helping.
Breathing that Mediterranean air – in and out, green and proud.
A random stone had become my fidget stone, my benevolent friend,
The bridge to childhood, the warm 90s radio song able to defeat
The fiercest blizzard I’ve ever encountered in my cold taiga.
Such a foul play it was.
But no man can cut off my frail wings.
Yes, they may be drooping to sad sounds of cello.
And if it has to be so, they’ll be drooping lower and lower,
And if it has to be so, they’ll smell of smoke and turn yellow,
To match my blue face, my dear fellow playgoer.
...
You are sleeping, and that sleep is deep, I daresay.
Stuck in the pattern fighting Parcae.
Goodbye forever, my John Doe.
Oh, you were Majesty, oh.


The end.


"No safety or surprise - The end.
I'll never look into your eyes again."