i did not look for the last of the sun
i was glad
eventually

...
that i would sleep
and not see it rise again
and..
it would..

but without my eyes upon it

and i was glad
once i had made my peace
glad
that i would lay down
and be forgotten

our sacrifice
my sacrifice
would be our souls
my soul

in exchange for every living creature...
for them to thrive
in our infedelic absence
and i could, and would
gladly pay that price...

our lives
my life
for the innocence of all living creatures
all flora
all fauna
all land masses teeming with life
every ocean
even into the deep
every forest
with it's abundance
would flourish
in our absence

my peace is..
although i believe
i do not practice
although i believe
i do not preach
although i believe
i have no faith
my heart knows only the truth
so i bite my tongue
until it bleeds the lies of my love

i will hold my eyes open and willingly
sleepwalk into deaths decay
because my marrow does not believe
nor can i convince it

and so all things will perish
for this is the price of love

to perish
fully aware
able bodied
cognisant in my open eyed slumber
yet unwilling to discard the fruits of my womb
to dismember a mothers only begotten son
for she loved her child so much
that she could find peace
in never being brought to mind
forgotten for all time
even by god
even for god

and i will perish
knowing i have loved
and have been loved

i will be glad of my sacrifice
feeling eternal peace


so i did not look for the last of the sun
as i knew it had already set