Definitional Nihilism

It's the end of the world as you are it,
and you feel defined,

what you are was who you were
when the second person is everyone
elsewhere, right?

Confusion is your faitful accomplice,
guiding your right to left,
a removal of action by the spatial position,
returning to the same bed every night,

and yes, no, maybe make the way 
into a part-time path
appreciation redundancy
for the continuity until the end:
that's the power of stories!

Can you day new mount
at the middle of a place you 
did not choose;

that's the choice of institutional
car rear, a certain tea
brewed cold
and served on the hottest day
in human history.