Probability

Hardly a thought gone by where one doesn't see an end.

Every second an infinite of something else.

Imploding and Exploding,

expanding and shrinking all at the same time.

Yet time is simply a magnitude of an imaginary scale.

Space, 

a dimension seen and vanished,

memory and present existence interlaced.

Reality, 

an illusion of what is perceived,

and not necessarily true.

Unlike Fantasy,

which is not entirely true,

yet perceived in a different plane in which the surrealism of life thrives.

Life unto death.

Death unto life.

Where all are dying to live,

and others simply living to die.