final

after me
I do not know if earth shall spin sun still shall glow and there shall be another day
I am there and I still have earth sun and sky after Chhorda's death.

There is no reason to presume that the earth shall be after my departure.

I prevent nothing

I do not prevent my departure
I do not prevent any all shall disappear as I descend through the hole and into unknown

this unknown is strange

its composition is nothing - no hint possible non logical  non absolute immaterial

if that be truth and that it is

the world of me is totally false is squeezable to vanish into truth without any possibility of re-appearance

do i spend my time chasing my shadow
i can't prevent being idiot
often i engage in struggle for survival of my shadow

ride

radar less motor less oar less ride
Eskimo elder took waving away from kin
needs no attention till death

do away with people
no use of intellect to support living

the boat has little space
water and ice all around
sky above

motor is the creator of this painting
navigates elder out of universe

a moment to ponder but
elder does not
none to share the thought but
plenty otherwise
still of atmosphere

sadness from leaving all
leaving the world
familiarity of life

happiness
words are not needed for sadness