“Don’t do this,
Don’t do this right now.”
“Now isn’t good?
Now isn’t the right time?”
“Time has nothing to do with it,”
“Time is relative.”
“Relative to what in this place?
Relative to… nothing?
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing seems to work.”
“Work on shutting up then,
Work on less talk, more action.”
“Action is what got us here,
Action broke us down to this.”
“This isn’t so bad.
This is at least a quiet place.”
“Place yourself in my shoes.”
“Place your hand here,
Here you can feel my heart,
Here is a sign of persistence.”
“Persistence ruined us.”
“Persistence to endure.”
“Endure? When is it enough?”
“Endure until we can no more.
More time is needed,
More information is out there.
There has got to be a way
There has got to be a purpose.”
“Purpose implies intent.”
“Purpose gives us goals,
Goals give us hope.”
“Goals pacify with data,
Data hides loss behind numbers.”
“Data can also keep us grounded.”
“Grounded! That’s rich.
Grounded to the fact that we’re dying?”
“Dying is not the word I would use.
Dying from what?”
“What ever it is this place is,
What would you call it?”
“It is like a purgatory I guess,
It is a waiting area with nothing to do.”
–
“Do you hear that?
Do you hear that sound?”
Sound rose out of the nothing,
Sound burrowed through the fibers of existence.
Existence gasped and collapsed
Existence found itself wanting
Wanting
Collapsed