I plummet into an infinite dimension
Suspended in cold water
To stagnate and lie fallow
Until the end of everything
I cry at nothing
My rejoicing is hollow
I spend eternity looking for the finite
I lie shielded from reality.
I look for the staircase
Out of this purgatory
I reach for the stars
Only to find I’ve moved but a few feet
And am no closer to leaving than before.
I entered without momentum
Yet I must build up momentum
To escape
True; but I have nothing to push against
Except my own lament
And even that dissolves in the nothingness
Despair, despair;
Even that has no place here
For this is no place.
Not even ruins from which to plan my escape.
I look for examples
for an apt precedent
I find emptiness and nothingness;
If one does leave here
It is by an unmarked trail
That others cannot follow.
The end; the beginning
They do not belong here
Christ may have been the alpha and the omega
But I am the mediocre middle.