The end of all things
I have no existence
I have no memory
I’ve never been anywhere
I’m not going anywhere.

I don’t like anything and
I don’t dislike anything
I feel nothing
I see, hear, smell, taste, touch
Nothing at all.

I’m not happy nor sad
Anxious nor glad
I don’t have a thing
I don’t remember ever
Having had anything.

If you ask me to
I’ll sup with you anytime
For I am neither veiled
Nor exposed to vicissitudes
As nary a thing can be.

DrRobinStarbuck