the last moment

within the
last moment

when you lift
existence
as a weightless
fish in your hands

when the road
becomes your tail
shivering
as the endless
echo of the earth

when nothing else
shall come
and the eyes dance
as flies in the darkest air

within the last
pause of perception

when
the blood becomes
still as the shadow
on the ground;

a white butterfly

leaves your mouth
to be carried away
by the gale of

silence

Nihilistic Poetry