Like the last note in the Beatles “A Day in the Life”
Hendrix tries to hit that beast at the conclusion of “Wild Thing” and lights it on fire.
But it always expires, it always fades into nothing.
In Goreki’s “Symphony of Sorrowful Songs“,
I can hear that pitch of agony throughout most of the movement
but then it drowns
in a wave of divergent sounds.
I know that I will always hit that wall.
Come up to the face of nothingness
and flail against the void
How can I accept that everything is recycled?
Perhaps, reborn to suffer the agony of the ending again.
All of it in labor of tremolo, a disguise of nourishment;
left hungry in the end.