Suspension of Belief

When I breathe my last, and the synapses in

my brain cease to fire, refuse to explain, I will

suspend and end all my beliefs.

No longer shall I consider right from wrong,

no longer side with the right, left or center.

No longer eat, sleep and dream in color or

black an white. No longer weak or strong.

No hopes and fears, no laughter or tears. For

me up and down shall no longer be, no square,

triangular or cirle round, no north, south east or

west, worst or best, neither sunrise nor sunset.

When I expire, all my beliefs and desires will retire,

be eliminated from consideration, never again

given any reason for explanation.

No more good verses evil, no chapter and verse,

no destinations bound, no lost and found.

When I pass, freedom at last, no pain, no gain,

no struggle, or relief, neither joy nor grief, no

opinion, no facts, no make believe...in fairy tales

no unicorns or Santa Clause, no starts and stops,

no flips and flops, not even words and emotions

expressed or implied to describe.

No rhyme, nor reason, no love and hate. Imagine

that. I take that back, not even imagining anything

ever again. No foes, no friends, no beginnings,

no ends.

No time, no haste or waste, no heaven or hell some

believe. And as for me, well no either or, neither nor

no after or before, nada, youth expired, even the older

version of me I once used to be—suspension of belief.

Poof! Evaporation, oblivion, everything, nothingness

complete for all eternity. One last, goodbye. Farewell

and done, believe you me, that’s what I shall become.

No more, no less, that's what the Fates allow. Not today

so far. We'll wait and see tomorrow.

Chris Hanch 12-13-19