I can’t say that I understand
the significance of what I say and all
that’s never destined
to echo. Life appears

To be a series
of echoes, a simple resumption
of all the worst
that came
before.

Preservation kills us.

I wish
to God we were something
more, this pitiful race
we are and should not be.
Should never be.
Should not have been.

We were never destined
for more,
we who were placed on this earth
for the purest purpose

Of divine amusement
and oh how divine it is
and shall be. Shall always be,
Terminally.