We have so many
symbols for forever.
As if we have any
concept of it.
As if we will
somehow miss our
dying day and slip
Away into immortality.
But, I will die.
I will be forgotten.
My world will die,
it will be forgotten.
Eventually the universe
will expand to such a point
where atoms will lose their
hold on one another and,
everything will move apart.
Like quicksilver on a kitchen
floor. Or a crowded room
upon smelling a fart.
Infinity does not exist
Times end.
Good.
Fuck Forever.
No one can draw a
perfect circle. Phoenix
ashes blow away in
the wind. Klein bottles
can be broken. Mobius
strips snapped. Gods
die when no one
remembers their name.
Oroboros must exhale.
An infinity symbol
becomes a finity
symbol with a bare rubber
eraser.