WHO IS IT ABOUT?

well it's true it's not about me or it is about me but only tangentially ... it's not about friends but about my isolation but only my isolation in time this time for a time ... it isn't about communion and life it's about dissolution and death ... but closing the door has opened the window because it's a strange house but a stranger world outside ... it isn't about the taste of the fruit on the tip of my tongue or the breeze through the screen on a cool summer night ... not even about a word not even about a desire follow as they may ... in a word however if there must be one it's not about a beginning but coming to an end ... after all these decades of bulling forward what can it mean to come to a stop ... to call up your troops to put them in line but give them a rest fill up their supply get them ready to advance but all to no point because you've come to an end ... no it's not about you ... shortly shortly for us all there is no more you ... but even that even that isn't the point simply because it's not now ... it isn't even later ... now there's something else ... the something that made you stop and put all of you now now to an end ... that's made you stop so now you must think ... what is it about ... what did it mean ... if you say we and I don't