Outside the doors of eternity
where time laughs at itself
upon seeing the absurdity
of man making plans for
the future.

I hear sounds from the cloakroom
which I hoped not to imagine
but the picture lingers long
in my mind.

There's a saving grace if you
can face it,
if you've never lived life
you won't see it
flashing before your eyes
when the sun sets
on your last
sun rise.

everyone dies or so
my spies tell me
I
can hear the laughter
already.