I have to start somewhere 

   with a simple line, a simple word

with a message parallel to

                         despair.

From what premise should we start ?

         That the world is seriously important

or that it is unimportantly foolish.

              Take your stand,

there is no final stance

          a long-winded illusion

appearing and disappearing

         at times irrefutably real

other hours, come as falling dream’s ash.

       I have to end somewhere

with a simple line, a final sigh.

Nihilistic Poetry