CURSE

CURSE

“The reader will easily believe, that from what I had heard and seen, my keen appetite for perpetuity of life was much abated. I grew heartily ashamed of the pleasing visions I had formed; and thought no tyrant could invent a death into which I would not run with pleasure, from such a life.” Jonathan Swift

eternal recurrence
you thought the thing up
Herr Friedrich
     maybe damn well
created it

trust me
   my once lovely, scintillatingly
smart friend

your delight in eternity
is much, much, much
(could not
    be more mistaken)

extinction
     would be better, if it were
at all scientifically, logically,
conceptually possible

beats deteriorating Struldbrug-
style down
to your
last atom

and what then, dear friend,
what then?
     should better ask Professor
Cox since his office
is considerably closer
than that
of Neil Degrasse Tyson

is just
    down the corridor and
across the quadrangle
close to
   where I did use to
hang out in
the postgraduate club

sad for you
sad for me
     sad for us all, sole
individual consciousness in
our own
   bubble in the multiverse
completely
and entirely

core of
   everything here, bit
part player in
every
   other alternate universe
and this infinitely

Oh, dear,
chosing to be alive
                 hardly could accuse
you at
that moment of
inception,
        mind not on
its feet yet,
of, to say
the least, not choosing wisely

and even now
as darkness, deterioration,
start their
inevitable encroachment

you have, to labour
the issue, apparently
not thought
    this
thing through

figured out
the implications, realized

how brutal
it be

this
    insane cosmic logic

wondering
who
     the winner here

must be some method
in the madness to

the creation of
this curse