Scene four

This is what you want, huh?
Stillborn exaggeration, plain as day.
And if the measure should break with Ate
Nemesis rises ageless.
Theories all. Nothing stands without theories.
But I got wise to it in a jiffy.
There’s no such thing as if in love affairs.
The only certainty is the void
that unnatural void after the act.
And who knows how many uncertain consequences.
How can you be friends with them.
Not only are they uncertain. They are also unbearably many.