The Final Bow

the highest form of ourselves

hiding deep within our mind

the remnant of a creative,

unifying will

latent inside each soul

the god

writhing within us all

blesses us with wisdom

to channel

the universe

and stumble upon

the tools we need

to endure

the horror

and pain

of this world

and the bitterness

and anger

of leaving it

of becoming

nothingness and suffering

of watching all we love

burn before us

of forgetting all we know

and losing ourselves

of enduring

such unthinkable pain

that we can think

of nothing else

but that suffering

and here,

the universe finds us,

a sentient being,

traumatized,

at the reality

of enduring in a decaying

flesh vessel

in a state of 

pain and nothingness

and allows us

to escape that pain

and simply become

nothingness

no one said

it would be easy

to not be bitter

when we take

our final bow

but I choose

not to live

in dread

scorn

or cynicism

and see ephemerality

as a gift

for the universe

spoke to me

and showed me

the beauty

of being nothing

and that 

the cosmic fire

that consumes

us all

has no fangs

to bare