Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Inertia

Nothing so crass as pills or opened veins,
Neither rope, nor belt tied o'er the back of the bedroom door
No
If I lose you, 
I will sit here, 
Neither eat nor drink
Fallen prey to inertia
While the world decays around me
Buries me in its weighty detritus
'til my roots rejoin the earth
My constituent parts 
return to the soil
(My "self" will be already gone)
For who am I, to 
stand in the way of
Entropy?
After all,
It's not personal; 
(Nothing enormous ever is, is it?)
It's just the natural order of things.

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