To observe something different
is a classic form of betrayal.
To draw the curtain of banality
to see death:
to watch the deaths
repeat themselves,
ornamented by the uncertainty
that mankind adores.
Uncertainty is preferable to evil,
medicine is preferable to poison.
But there’s only a semantic difference
when uncertainty is actually evil,
and medicine is actually poison.
Behind the curtain
the fear of death
is just a contract
for voluntary prison,
the most effective
betrayal of life.
A Brief Life 