at infinity, the last casualty
brooding and bloody and bullheaded
warrior against apocalypse relapsing
to the point of nausea, dancing on
the graves of the void--
a single computer (blue)screened
bang--shrinking platform of
stand alone mockery--oh,
purple hellish sky, he claims to
have claimed, where
can I wander now?--
the fish swim beneath our feet
the fish swim beneath the stars
I like how the notion of infinity is re-stated at the end. Fish have feet and stars, everything between and above and below, in their world. You can start viewing infinity from any point.
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