the sword of damocles
hang over my head
a constant reminder
i linger st the edge
of total annihilation

can a nihilist
be annihilated
or is that just
part and parcel
in indecipherable nonsense

reality is filled
with heat distortions
and i seek a mirage
to rest a spell while
i catch my breath

falling in a confusion
of brightly colored leaves
a fool’s autumn before
summer sinks her fangs
back into the belly of hope