Prelude

Prelude.

These words are not going to last.
No one will publish them,
no one will care to memorize.
Six months past my death,
when no one renews this domain,
this website will vanish.

All the things I write now will
one day
pass into an absolute ether
as if they never were.

I create, in this experiment,
future-ghosts:
less than a person
more than a thought
and destined to disappear.

David ColeComment