Cliff –
There’s a cliff.
Nihileafs float not far.
Not doing anything.
They never are.
No meaning to this.
Or anything.
If there is a metaphor,
It must be your own.
There’s a cliff.
It exists.
Until it doesn’t.
Not even time will forever persist.
Immortality, immorality,
Fate and finality,
These are our concerns
Until to nothingness we return.
Unavoidable.
There’s a cliff.