Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
Death doesn’t fit into any of my schemes,
I don’t know how to write the end.
I want a fountain of youth flowing in streams,
Even if it means meeting the devil, becoming his friend.
I’ll sell him my soul if he listens to my desperate screams,
Give it to him willingly, without regret, no need for amends.
Shamelessly, I’ll buy the realization of my dreams.
Then, and only then, might I start to think of an end.