don’t end up 

(like him, 

in whom I’ve seen

the slight lift

[above the pallor

where he now lives in limbo,

where highs are now lows,

{levelled fields

have no depressions 

nor peaks} 

hollowing his eyes,

as without pursuer or prey 

the spiral beckons] 

disappear without effort

as he loses 

the grace of tragedy)

indifferent