Permanence
Not understanding
that I would do anything;
whisper to the wind,
pluck a particle from the sky,
stroke a sword into ore.
But you regress.
Ignore.
Disappear.
Aurora borealis.
Flashes of light,
like the ones before.
Do you vanish with the passage of time?
Maybe.
But still not fair.
Reality doesnʼt speak to you so thereʼs no escape.
No point of breaking.
No point of comprehension.
Only empty nothingness.
Thank you,
for making me a container
of solid air,
putrid and stale.
You have made me one
blank,
wretched,
hole.
And it exists,
it lives, even.
It accidentally tells us the truth and yields power.
Then feeds us lies,
and melts into the blackness.
Youʼll stay alone.
Itʼs not that bad.
I promise.
But if one more mortal tells me,
“I must be the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to you”
I will
raze
them
to
the
ground.
– Saratoga Schaefer, written 2018
Saratoga Schaefer 