A Time for Final Breaths

How could I think? The embers pulsing silently in the fire, the words that were whispered in the back of my mind. Fabricated, crafted, specifically for my brain, fed to my brain, only to be seen by my brain’s eyes.

Godspeed. Helplessness. Tell everything you want me to hear, I’ll say it. It will breathe from my tongue and flow from my veins. Heavenly earth waiting for a choice, for a word to end our collective thoughts. Our memories tangled rat’s tails with heads waiting to be put out of our misery. Orbiting, spiraling downwards ending nowhere but the end. Our brains confused about where and when the end was. Burn slowly on the fire, blazing towards uncertain death. Sleepy slipping downwards. Tired heads in the same grave.

So how could I think? Think of anything but a time and place that didn’t exist yet. A time for final breaths.