We held hands
walking along a dark path
walking through a great hall...
I dream, the end of the world-
a phone rings in the distance
a muffled sound to which there is no response...
All the questions asked by humanity
to a transparent deity-
questions that will never be answered.
I dream, the end of my journey...
A sea of humanity rushes past -
all racing, like hell is on their heels...
they will find their destination -
and they will wish they'd never come...
And I realize, briefly
that the end of the world is not a time
there will be no exploding proof -
there will be no rapture...
I understand now, beyond even my own belief
that the end of the world
is a place where people go in desperation-
a place where people go
to forget, and to be forgotten...
and in that moment, I stop, turn around
your hand still in mine-
and walk back to answer the phone. |