Having uncovered the secret, I am bound to elaborate,
For the ties of responsibility take no heed of horror
Your hopes are doomed, despite your illusions.
There is no Fine Balance.
Did you understand that?
The monster, Time, has the luxury of disposal,
Given its infinite, regenerating tentacles.
There is no safety, no refuge:
Just the final chapter.
Inspired by R. Mistry’s book A Fine Balance, the ending of which is as powerful as any I have read.