The End

No one tries to make

    neat analogical parallels

regarding the final waiting:

   the shifting drifting mind

may be presumed to have done it:

  since everything seems as

close and vivid as a personal memory,

 a credible recreation of the locked

but embraced mutual murder that ushered

    in the twenty-first century:

a world seemingly outside this world,

   a nightmare outside the universe,

a dream of the afterlife:  its outsides

  bolder and barer than those of this

life:  grief and its rage at heart is

 the theme:

anyway.