Suicide Note
Poor naked ape, melancholy
Dane
Dying the silent, sinking orange
I offer my praise to mad Ophelia's black mass.
Receiving Laertes' pain poisoned
harangue
I'll soon join that fortunate lass
Morpheusly oblivious of pain
(Camus' first question of philosophy re
weaves Thane Hamlet's "or not to be,"
brings Kant's "progressive unification of
sense manifold" to termination: total
psychic expiration. Hence our sole
existential goal becomes fervently wishing
good death's black ghoul to sensually become
as one with our whole)
Where God assumes skull Yorick's reign
Stay yet awhile Horatio, give lie to my name.