A violet aura fades to indigo along the skyline.
The drug of anger, and euphoria, are extinguished—
everything that gives me purpose
Extinction appears, on the twilit road,
dressed in a hooded, knee-length raincoat;
implacable as a stop sign, they point across the verge,
to an untrodden stretch of rough terrain.
Given a face, extinction becomes someone who might
be reasoned with; someone who may let you walk on,
to enjoy the scent of jasmine,
and soft music playing.