[Split]

Death is eventual. The eventual is inevitable,
just a receptacle for truisms and lessons illegible.
im attracted to synapses, their lapses, limits of their tendrils.
your dementia won't defend you,
once you've given everything you ever thought.
for want of a purpose, our words were lost,
for want of a return, first thing we'd burned was god.
rewind and reminisce; refrain, divide and desist,
to forgive is to confide in empty rain-
so just forget the end's so far away.