no regrets,
                   life on fast forward
to the infinite,
                       the flesh abiding 
in finite memory,
                            time at last 
at a loss.
               no more burdens
of whimsy,
                 no more probing
of possibility,
                      no more mistakes
of misery.
                the final silence
is fluid
           with myth,
         with the final intimacy.
innocence renewed,
in the unconscious,
to a dead leaf.
                        my shadow
is stale
           in the dawn.