On the threshold of eternity

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
caught between
the
j
a
w
s
of  v    o    i    d
a life devoid
of blossoms or buds
broken, brown, bare
a walking shadow
a poor player
the hurly burly
the sound and the fury
await a pause
because
‘is’ will mutate into ‘was’
beyond the jaws and claws
beyond the cavity of night—
the deadly dentures and lethal lips—
that seem to soon eclipse
all that is sunlit and bright
beyond the gloom of never
gleams the land of forever