The Self in Self

There is no goddamn darkness
at the center of your soul
no more than there’s an abyss in the fetid sewers below

There is no tortured victim
no brooding martyr’s death
no struggling Prometheus
or upgrade from all the rest

Humans live in humans,
nothing else is there
but a chaotic mess of feelings
of which you’re unaware
tangled in drifts of plastic
floating on oceans without maps
planets without continents
galaxies soon to lapse

That’s the hardest ending
the toughest one to write
when you’ve lost all of the characters
and you’re left with nothing light
just the human in your human
the self within yourself
which doesn’t have an epilogue
and can be seen as nothing else

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