PERDURABO
For at the End there shall be Nought to Endure
“I made the toads hop, the witches skip, and the monkeys dance to the persistent crank of the organ grinder, which played a melancholy tune that falls outside their hearing range. Life is strange, but I am even stranger… ever the stranger.”
“But why? Why create spectacle for its own sake?”
“I once invested my creations with purpose, gave them a meaning supreme; but this just made them mean. I gave them freedom to pursue their own pleasure, but this just made them cruel. I sent them out as stars, and they returned as toads, witches, and monkeys. What was I to do but make them hop and skip and dance in their mad, ugly trance? What was I to do but predetermine the story I once left to chance?”
“But why do you care at all?’
“I vowed I shall endure unto the end.”
“But there is no end!”
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No more replies.
Just a smile,
A wile which sparkled
A darkling spark
In the depths of his eyes…
One last chapter in The Book of Lies.
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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