Once giving up for good,
The bad begins, and one
Must twice, or thrice, swallow
The way of the world—blind.
Blind mind turning blind eye,
Equally fortified by blind heart,
Thrice removed, far removed from
The weight of the world—behind.
Behind man’s scheming sky,
Beyond the ground stood upon,
In a sea of fog, there briskly burns
The war of the world—humankind.
Humankind buried alive, against itself
Under the guise of mankind’s miracle cures;
Rewinding, reversing, devolving, declining into
The end of the world—unwind.