from the dark abyss I came, and into the darkness I shall go

my Origin lordship, my end a quiet glow

from the seedling we possess, we blossom forth

vital at first, but withering we come to know

Lithely bright youth, aching old age

the dither of our Sage

and so, in a hurry…

charts and graphs, predictions and fables, despondent groping for labels, an explanation for the worry

an old adage about time, but the abyss remains unchanged

from which I have been born, and forever shall remain