nihil

indeed i have become
the very thing i wished for
now i might laugh
from my own prophecy
rejoice
in my current melancholy
i have been granted
what i wished for
this is the ending
anticipated from the start
so i thank you
from the bottom of my bottomless heart

this is no poetry
i have no use for it anymore
i am to channel my
bitterness elsewhere
to someone else
i can now
write a book
while you flee
to the communion
of blue bloc heads

in twenty five years
you’ll be gold
but you shall have
nothing to your name
a block of age
the decrepit stone
while you tremble
to the voices of tomorrow
in time you will remember
what you have forgotten
i the nothingness that
pervades through every age
i the soul that you
exiled on your way home