the end of time

For all time, as the cockatoos and walruses did wage eternal war each upon the other: that bastard Ragnorak of pets and zoo animals, my sleepmind vapored and rose above to gaze sadly down (and yet happily) upon my still and benodded bodybody: the grim toes, those crooked lips, that hairy belly. There was a screeching and a'gnawing upon the door, and I watched my bodyself rise to open, sighing "no": hungry silence and salivated words upon my doorstep toothy words at my door oh, and darkness too: dark which enveloped my head in a thousand blazing caricatures of itself. "Why is this here?" I cried. The quiet stretched on and on and always, as I watched my small and fragile formbody standing at the edge, sitting coldly down, gnawing carefully--oh, so carefully!-- chewing on my bodyhand's empty ringfingerbone: looking down, I felt the dim pull of pain: a quick rushing, and I sat once more between my ears. Yet, I did not waken: I sat clutching soiled words and empty fingers and toothy lightning bolts were hurled 'cross the sky: those eyes within my head were stunned, broken with their thick lashing. In silence, for there was no one there, I scratched my ears in silence.