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