That resounding dissonant sadness from the dark side of the Sun is the collective subconscious whimpering of a thousand dreams undone
This moaning zombie nation of thoughts we shouldn’t have anchors our spirits to our graves, (while we should be spinning gracefully) it shaves us like a lathe
Contentment polishes purposefully, pulls us towards abysmal bliss
indolent, insolent, dissatisfied
ignorant of Langston’s dream deferred
ratified indignant now, the lives we would’ve preferred
the comfortable regrettability, a life so brief, so full, so much to miss
the love we all but kissed
The lies we allowed to exist
The grief of the inevitable hangover that means we must have enjoyed ourselves but sadly, can’t remember
Hindsight proves much simpler, the Bang we thought to be so big turns out
a little whimper
Some fine example of matter are we, so enamored of our own story,
born hopelessly preoccupied with our little part to play
ubiquitous enough to die a hundred thousand times a day
Universe denies our uniquity by her enormity and antiquity
silently she pronounces us infinitesimal
her nth power versus our smallest decimal
Our grand beginning’s supposed importance ripped asunder as transported
rendered, comported
to full depletion upon the fruitfullessness of its
nullificompletion
I, like the primordial cell first divided, started to fight the longest futile war against the darkness
I, like that fateful fish which strove to crawl
who wondered to wish to walk
who stumbled then awkward toward extinction
I, like those mighty apes who forgot their trees
sped exuberant to destiny
to die upon their knees
I, like myself who lives to love to learn to lose and to die.
Humbled am I,
proud participant
of this deranged,
preposterous experiment
in pain, and bliss
and management
Ever I alternate
between true belief
and dashed
to dust
again.
Such an eloquent close on this one! 💜
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Nice line: “her nth power versus our smallest decimal”
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”…The love we all but kissed / The lies we allowed to exist / The clues we must have missed…” Love the rhyme and thought here.
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Magnificent line of thought from the big bang, the creation and evolution… and the nagging of doubt.. There are so many decisions, but maybe what’s count is to always keep asking those questions.
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