The unexamined life is not worth living. ~ Socrates

So, I’m waiting for this horseman,
Windows barred, doors flung shut
In a vast pretense
Of indifference.

Only, I see roaches,
Resigned, driven by doom
Under cracks, seared by dim
Flashes of light, some blue,
Some red, not just unaware,
But irrelevant

Like distant quaking nuclei
Star struck long, long ago.

This means little,
For now not only exists,
But does not exist.