In articulo mortis
One day, like Robert Walser in the snow
transported by death to be a character in his own work,
you will quit existence, cut off with the
firm hand of a seasoned censor modifying
reality and everybody who knew you
will desperately try to fill or ignore the hole
you left, the hole to the abyss that wrenches
our guts when we still exist by it's message:
"Nothing in life matters."
Only ignoring the necessity can we live on,
refusing to recognize our fate as much as we can,
so that we can go on, past the figure laying in the snow,
past Victor Segalen sitting with his back on the tree,
looking at the opened Hamlet forever with
eyes that no longer see, in his endless
early summer, endless death, a symbol
of easy passing. It came as a moment
of surprise, him a victor in Russian
roulette, dying not knowing what game
his failing body played, looking at the
many years before him, thought
which hid the abyss from his mind
when his heart stopped.
29.04.2013