Recklessly imagine how

We die our death alone.

 

There will always be

Something to write on,

 

There will always be

Something to write with.

 

Doubt is a product.

Privacy is protected by chaos.

 

Come out unencumbered

To the empyreal stark,

 

Winding down the clocks

Against their gears—

 

Infinities agree in you

And outlast the procession.

 

Words: Aaron Fagan

Artwork: The Death of Marat by Jean-Louis David, 1793