Foxhole

The of cats, curled and
purring;

The sonic nostalgia that I
provide myself;

Lacking the inner strength of Lear
I merely close the blinds and
move into my head: the
power and curse of the insane.

Each day I work
to forget the last.

I've found the key to immortality
in rejecting history.

Erase yourself and follow me,
reinventing ourselves daily,
until we finally exist
as nothing.