in homage to death iby Donald Kuspit
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, fertile with the final intimacy. innocence renewed, cocooned in the unconscious, fastened to a dead leaf. my shadow is stale in the dawn.