one endless sunday

as the endless sundays stretch by my lost whims
to see the end serve your desire
they laugh at her savage ending
they who spend their will in unseen frustrations

inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras,
omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum:
grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora.

an old woman walks down a dark highway
trying to hitch a ride
the young man speeds by
with the volume on high
he see's the old woman but does not care
it doesn't matter that it's dark out there
the next car stops to pick her up
a young couple
what are you doing out here so late, grandmother
I went for a walk, lost track of time, she replies
they drop her off at a house
that wasn't there before
and was never there again
the next week the lava flows
passes by the young couples house
to visit their neighbor
the young man burns alive