This appears in a pre-2010 issue
of Down in the Dirt magazine.
Saddle-stitched issues are no longer
printed, but you can requesting it
“re-released” through amazon sale
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It’s nothing personal, you say. Just the natural flow-survival
of the fittest-until inevitably all creatures succumb to the
omnipotence of Time.
Nothing personal, indeed. But to me, it’s quite personal and
final.
In the end, Time, a butcher and mass murderer, devours us, as
we travel through the mutilated maze of Eros, destined to
arrive at a predetermined rendezvous
with Thanatos who will banish us to Oblivion.
My wishes and dreams, passions and obsessions, hopes and fears,
unfinished work and purpose, and attachments and loves
do not count.
It’s nothing personal, you say. But with my last breaths, I will
fight.
Your indifference fuels my rage. In the end, I will die a warrior,
nothing more-nothing less,
a quixotic knight of Eros, dreaming magnificent dreams, chasing
rainbows with every magical breath
