Extensions II

5,

Can you feel that? Can you hear that?

Listen to the aspirations in this sphere of silence I have long been in.

The silence I am still in. I chose to be in.

But, hear hear, slowly, the thuds are becoming--

becoming faint beats.

The screams to whispers,

Whispers to murmurs.

Murmurs to silence.

It seems that the longer I stay, the weaker my grasp, my clutch, my hold--

My hands are tired.

4,

Fainter and fainter, memory by memory until--

Wait, what was that again?

A little while more, I no longer know what I am holding on to

Much more, I do not even know even know why anymore

I look back and laugh at the wasted everything.

What’s left?

3,2,

Still there?

1.