Abstract no. 5
I studied the core sediment samples from your heart
The records show (prehistorically) your heart was malice
Microscopic fossils mark displacements and loss
I found demarcations of hopes dashed—
and untimely deaths
Near the bottom—a striation—an icy section where nothing thrived
How could something come of this?
How could anything grow?
I have abandoned this study
I leave the abstract to you
“This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.”
— René Daumal / A Night of Serious Drinking