Epilogue

Written November 2, 2015 With my back against the wall I fall Down never ending staircases That spiral down below To seas where books float downstream Along open pages reflecting past memories Spinous leather bound by visionaries Bookended and upended I'm nothing but a cog A pawn in this epilogue Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead And with them I make my bed Lost in the littered pages of history My life is bordering the brink So does it matter what I think? You'll miss me if you blink Writing this book in disappearing ink