The End; A science fiction story

Lost my keys in a cat accident

kneading my computer like

a soft winter blanket, to get

my writers attention, so now I'm

without the windows key which became

the T because it's more important;

O phantom of morning
when I cross your path
alone in darkened house
I fear to close my eyes,
the hair standing on the back
of my neck since childhood
I ran home in empty moonlit fields
never fearing the stranger but the
ghastly, that I wished for
at the same time; to prove this
blue globe a lie--

the clouds fall at my feet
taking everything around me into
itself, the sea born sky, she cries
like the creature I imagine behind,

My mind is haunting
the world-void, pushing me into
stereophonic schizophrenic insanity;

the voice
dream
angel
knight
brooding in the goopy afterglow
is a visage
unarmed,
is a lover of my life,

is a self-fulfilling fear--

I cannot find it in all my years,
though I search the alleyways
beneath my conscious cries,
it is the beginning.