Having exhausted every possibility
of any future at this time
rejecting it
like an empty shell
like a used rubber
we set off in search
of a surrogate self
But the past is a yoke
impossible to deal with
an absolute controversy
a civilized invention
to unify views
to channel thoughts
and wash brains—
a biological need of oxen
The past is a dead quote
a transcript a carrion
we devour
like vultures
each tugging at its own piece
scared
lest we lose ourselves
lest our corpuscles
blacken
lest our sight desicate
and our brood perish
Every possibility is exhausted
the heroes are weary decimated
the search unavailing
Silently Covertly
we retreat into the shadow
of our skins
into our cocoon
for permanent hibernation