Pondering fate’s shuffle
she begins to look
further on ahead
there between truth
and falsehood
a little empty space
a grey nothingness
a place void of color
somber and strange
there consequence
collides with circumstance
as all falls silent
she gazes and wonders
is this the place
of all conclusion
is this the place
time ceases dominion
and forever reigns
is this the place
of insignificance
of death before dying
the place she is not valid
she is not invalid
she simply — is not
peering into this moment
she sees quite clearly
her true trepidation
not the fear of losing life
it’s the fear of losing cognizance
becoming irrelevant
becoming invisible
of fading slowly away
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rob kistner © 2022
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“Fading away, in pieces and parts, like old china and glass, in fragments and shards”