sitting in the darkness of loneliness, unable to discern any light, the ebon tympany reverberates each cell of his somatic self...........
is this the result, all that there is? then for what, what purpose we?
only a cog? an ant in the hill? or, a cell, a cancerous mutant in the body of the universe?
leave your crystalized ash as a reminder, a fossil, of how insignificant this existance.
ego; the failed experiment.
posted by rel at 5:39 AM
5 Comments:
Wow. That is seriously powerful.
The kind of artful insight that should be remembered. And repeated.
you know i am a firm believer in the fact that this whole life thing is a cruel joke... but you said it ever so eloquently here......
Beautiful and thoughtful as usual. I've missed your poems lately.
Loneliness seems to be a current poetic theme. Wonderful poetry Rel.
That reminds me at times - although I rarely, if ever, feel lonely.
Hope all has been well with you, Rel. I've been absent for ages as you know doubt have noticed - or not! ;)
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