The edge of light arrives.
It gapes
And I wonder where I’ll go.

I was told otherwise of finality
Where light brewed new
Where I was brought to brightness
And lived,
Where I now see not one thing
But cavernous loss.

A solid line marks the end;
There’s no blur, no questions
Asked of how, why, or when.

My heart called for home,
But who could take me there?
Surely, not even I.
I’ve no legs to march.
No voice to request.
No control, nor choice.

Intangible eyes of mine watch the dark.
It grows.

Submission chose its victim.
The venom acted before an awareness,
Leaving opposition impossible.

There is no struggle in the end.