Terminal Velocity

I move/live at the speed of the senses,

slower ‘cause I’m older, moving terminally 

to inevitability of algorithm’s end, the end

of my time, relative time of a dying animal,

eternity fastened to it like an escape pod,

what comes next a mystery like last time

it happened…what would it be like to be born

fully aware? What a trip! Like opening the 

front door to go outside, and, when you do,

there’s nothing there except the opposite 

of death.