I want to read Life’s last pages,
the conclusion to all things.
Maybe insight into death will save me
from the folly of the present.
But terrors from afar are unimpressive,
thin strips of light too dim
to matter in deep darkness.
The Present’s too overwhelming.
And if Life ends, and if Death comes,
and I am unprepared – what then?
I fall asleep as all men do,
I close my eyes and bid, “Adieu!”
