A complete state of ignorance.
Nothing left about to feel rotten
No remembrance of your eminence.
The dust rolls over,
The wine spills over,
The sun’s rays rise,
All in a flash before your eyes.
Off you go in the great dark void;
Your wanderlust spirit goes without rest
Nothing there for you to manifest.
Suppressed, but in a search
for a place where you won’t hurt.
There it shines
off in the distance,
welcoming you into its confines.
It opens its arms
and welcomes you,
like a bed full of charms.
Fernando Flynn-Quintanilla ’19