, , ,

he doesn’t want to, but

he takes a gun and runs

towards the flames that

are the size of mountains.  his lungs

are given poisoned air, the kind that

makes a man

fall down and go to

sleep for days, decades even.  he doesn’t

fall, he finds the

cup of youth and throws its

insides on the fire. smoke fills

the cosmos, the end of time comes

to the valley.