We won't play your game. ou wrote the book,
Made the rules.
We are excerpts from the same book,

Dog-eared but not worn out.
All books reach an ending.
So, then, will our movement.

Gather all your hang-ups & feed them to the sharks.
We'll inhabit the space between the two extremes:
So alive in body & so devoid of heart.

We knew there would be no future;
That was our greatest freedom.