there comes a time when life seems to just…crest.
as though there is an alignment
of all the planets.
when all good and all evil just cancel out.

no excellence.
no wickedness.

no positive.
no negative.

no progress.
no movement.

no happiness.
no sadness.

just…calmness
and…anxiety.

neither looks ok,
both appear fine.

crest, that medium place,
an even point,
the fine line,
when life is as worthless as death.

when there is no difference

between going on…and going off.

byron gates jr