A Cosmic Joke
A design of
never-ending procreation
with genes that in the end
become petroglyphs on walls
or words in wastebaskets.
Rationalization's for meeting
the Unknown are
all the accumulations for survival
that become lost in a Great Reality:
I am dying.
No need to add cancer or
diabetes or some other malady
for deep within the psyche lives
awareness:
Cells are dying in a dance of absence
crying out for whole civilizations
wiped from consciousness.
Who am I to rage ...
who am I to want eternity?
I am all of you
who will go before they are ready.
Then, the question becomes ...
go where?
Is there a There there?
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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