We’ve
reached
dead end,
my dearest
friend.

There’s no
way out.
There’s no
point to
pretend.

In company,
we feel alone.
Alone we feel
the dread.
We used
to see the light,
off in the distance.
Now there’s
nothing left.

Just hanging on
to our sweet nothing,
by a thread.
And thru The Eye
of nothing
shall The All reveal
to us..
The Next Step.