SO ZOO ME

when games are done and waking hours are dead and light by which we see ourselves is gone do other lives transcend into another form and into mother darkness do we come? how travelled we, the hours from where to whence? and difference, what circumstance combined the knots, a blade? was severence a care? and blacks and whites to gray are all destined? but something moves. is ever there a will with my own way consorting to an end" ah, shrivles, dare i cheat to bring a clue of death to life and so some plan amend? aah, god, a man is useful to a god when man with vision bred a savior sees. each one am I? alone am i a man? do gods, and men exist eternally