Oroboros Must Exhale

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.