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