As seconds tick by,
I hear just as I feel the inexplicable
white noise emitted from a set of terrible finger nails
dragging endlessly across the infinitely expanding
chalkboard of reality that is the universe.
The dim remnants of passed equations
and sentences slowly erased over time,
leaving only the thin bland outlines
of their once prominent existence,
just as the lives of you and I
will one day fade into a dim outline
and eventually leave no trace that we were ever here.
As new bits of information
are scribed upon the board,
they seem to speak a beautiful simplicity of things,
but they are hollow just as everything before them,
and with the sweep of a hand will be cleared away,
expelled to the reserves of pale silhouettes
and unrecognizable smudges of past existence.
The scratches of dents and imperfections
left by careless wanderings
are forever set into it’s existence,
not like the scribes which come and go regularly.
They cannot be erased or wiped away
for they are as much a part of it’s existence
as is the hate and suffering that grows
deep within the darkest wells of us all.
These will forever exist until the fateful day
arrives that they too will finally disappear
into the reaches of nothingness as the board itself
shatters into inexplicable fragments of intrepid
failures of space and time.
Each dark sickly shard eternally carrying
secrets and mistakes of those who scribed upon it
into the vast expanse of the emptiness surrounding it,
forever hurtling towards the final destination
of it’s endless expedition into the psyche of insanity itself.
Where it ends is a question that cannot be answered until
the final hour that each fragment has meandered
it’s way through nothingness to it’s place of soulless,
only to again coalesce into it’s original state to begin it’s cycle again.