I. the end of days like some irreverent foot that with one mismotion destroys an anthill, and so the beauty of this world and the beauty of you will be lost confined to a memory rife with inconsistency
II. that the tiny spark of hope of faith of desire to grow will sputter in my palms despite my cupping hands against the wind and I will sink below the depths I am
III. that when I bare my soul, I expose my mind and the utter nakedness of my intentions come to light and I will be known
IV. death and its cousin omniscience: do those who loved me see me now? Will I watch you love another when I leave?
V. knowledge, for knowing the truth invalidates inaction
VI. ascension, for I am unworthy on my own to rise, and who will catch me in my meteoric fall?
VII. that we are all but endless and eternity whispers to us in our mortal state reminding us in echoes that our heartbeats are merely countdowns.