Just before New Year's Eve
I flushed a small horse-fly
down the porcelain drain
Unwittingly I spoiled
the guest-host relation
with disconcerting pride
Swift with shock and awe-struck
I watched the certain death
of a pest born to lose
Time runs out with sudden
unpleasant occasion
sensations in the brain
Bewilder my senses
I cannot flee or run
away or fly past nets
Ever losing balance
the tides shifting swirling
with a maelstrom effect
Focus if I focus
my ommatidia
I may not feel so drunk
Overboard I've fallen
into the salty sea
drowned in a whirlpool tide
Recurrence eternal
my death the same my life
exact I cannot choose
Event A Event B
or even Event C
it's all the same to me
Nothing ever changes
I've seen it all before
this life full of regrets
Enter the empty bowl
only to refill once
again as I expect
Wonders never amaze
or cease to fire synapse
after synapse once sunk
Your battleship since caught
in the crosshairs to shoot
a torpedo propelled
Exactly through the hull
a bullet through my skull
a horse-fly drunk with death
Ascertain this fiction
metaphysics delight
in knowledge of theory
Rewards of afterlife
unseen and uncertain
the curtain since dispelled
See my original
face beyond the veneer
of false hope my last breath
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