The Suicide

Not a single star will be left in the night.
The night will not be left.
I will die and, with me,
The weight of the intolerable universe.
I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions,
The continents and faces.
I shall erase the accumulated past,
I shall make dust of history, dust of dust.
Now I am looking on the final sunset.
I am hearing the last bird.
I bequeath nothingness to no one.

-Jorge Luis Borges 

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