Oblivion.

The sickle beckons,
Earth and her pregnant womb 
blossom ate the butterfly
Invidious and bitter and she drains herself to aid my existence
In the gentle birth, notion of euthanasia
Arouses my imminent quietus

A time must come to reclaim my matter,
 draw back her hand of benign dirt
Black seeds she blows into the eternal webs
Network of light in a perpetual mist of nothingness

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

"earth and her pregnant womb" love that line...

"what a piece of work is a man" (as Hamlet said)

"to a place once born no traveler returns" or something like that...

a very interesting introspection here.