The End of the Weird

There’s no way you can create, in words,
Without it costing you, your good
Idea that you care more about more

Than either the life that you loved
Or the life that loved you, mostly
You’re business of less than whole life,

That part of your solid past that
Should shift benefits
Beyond wandering to this place

That’s eating you and that the time
Rules that have got you trapped in here
Awaiting the end of the weird.

You’re waiting the end of the weird,
The Apocalypse of the Weird.