What’s left

The body dies: It’s a good thing that it dies.

It’s always time to say goodbye

to things that die, kindled by lots, douted by fates; go out blazing, you

know you’ve paid the price, which is the world,

you’ve paid the world the world

for the world, everything takes everything, what’s left

is this. What’s this. Look at me. It says. I alone am. Is. Are.

Khôi