The Impossibilium arrived today As I look out the dusty smeared window of my apartment Eight hundred and forty-four floors above reality In a room slightly smaller than a sensory deprivation chamber Lurching two feet forward across the room to the greyed pane A half-smoked marlboro in my right hand A 44 oil-stained military beretta in my left (I cased the bullet myself on a lathe) Why should I have seen it It means nothing to me Everything is nothing - nothing is everything I am nothing I am roughened eroded by a river of madness So what means nothing is everything in disguise I stand there hated fated slated to die And I am enlightened It casts great shadows from above as it approaches These shadows dance with me frolic in and out of sanity Until my mind is exhausted and sore and sobbing for release They scream in amusement watch the dying maniac Give one last hopeless thrust of effort And it lands the Impossibilium settles it s great bulk Over the building the city the planet The sun exhales expires and fades The stars collapse in tears No longer a world thriving on it s organization logic and sanity Inhabiting it s place is a demonrent fear-riddled land of abandon My last vestiges of clinging clarity escape I look at my hands so old and tired In the right the cigarette is almost gone burnt to the filter In the left Alice thought she had it bad I raise the muzzle to my temple