Outro

Pausing to reflect,

The pool of the past 

Shines, reminds, and

Mem’ry’s veil is 

Cast aside;

Torrents of time 

Overflow, so that 

In their undertow

My mind drowns. 

Scenes of once

Rush on by my 

Occult third eye. 

Sourceless sounds

Resound, resolve,

Become the music,

The soundtrack that

Backed my life but,

Remixed, rearranged.

All the pleasure and 

All the pain now form

A fanfare: bold blaring 

Notes to accompany 

My minimalist 

Obituary.