Lilit (Lilith), John Collier, 1887

 

If you’re a cognizant being,

regardless of your position,

if you wait long enough,

and are quiet enough to listen,

a tsunami of futility will hit,

and

questioning the point of existence,

you will either run screaming

or curl into a foetal ball.

Your best hope?

Another world.

Sleep, friend,

embrace the pressure on your chest,

Lilit awaits.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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