What is the last thing you will think running free, running scared, running for dear life, running out the quick sand of time, you're already spent and it's too late, the exam is over, all your corrections ignored, it can't possibly be taken down, make any difference, but the very thought of the last thought is compelling as if you could chase it down, chase it off somewhere, two lines of you racing each other, and that in itself would be a reprieve, some sort of catch like that, a trick, you've checked and checked -- is it all just checking and checking only to miss it all -- something you've missed that would stop the whole thing, set the timer back, but stop -- stop what -- stop stopping -- how does one stop thinking before the moment when thinking will stop, never stop thinking, stop thinking about it, don't dwell on it, keep dwelling, a million things undone, the debts fall, but the final dodge, the big slip, they always said you'd pay in the end, but in the end, after the end, it falls back to them, they can't hold you to it, no you to hold, to threaten, no you to owe, not even yourself, for all ill effects must be suffered, suffer debt consequence all effect, and effect is after time, still caught alive, to fill a cause, be taken for a cause, but what you is left to catch the weight of the you that falls, no you to answer countless fragile seeds of you that will pass their microcosmic lives through the specters left to wonder, the fireworks of what you were always to have become, millions of soundless sounds, silent bells ringing to call to the millions of sightless pictures, what to check, which way, the grand, the infinitesimal, the random, the banal, the overlooked, the horrible, the favorite, the meaningless, which one says them all, not so much the last word as thinking what is the last
(in thought, George Thomas White)
