Conceive
Living is inconceivable to me
As everything I try to understand
Defies no matter what the theories grand
Conceiving is the possibility.
Consider somewhat rather than no thing
Impossible quagmire, a paradox.
Can nothing not be? Thus the mental shock!
Rancour riles the mind. Occlusion to bring?
Existence racing towards the blackest wall
Oblivion ; alas I remember
All time before; nothing charcoaled ember
Have I created all that I recall?
And in the end the dreaded question why?
The question at all costs avoid - I try.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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