Obscurity
Our lives are but a breath
so minuscule in the vastness
of time and the cosmos
that insignificance that dresses our life
is barely realized by those
seeking to define what is being self
and the paths of humanities dichotomy
desertion of all worth and depredations unconcealed
to superfluous self exaltation
its a wonder the species
has survived even to this time
a continual examination
of embedded frailties that are self defeating
but in whose apex
will surrender one’s own life
in order to preserve another’s
and not meaning the kind a government demands
also the ability to sleepwalk through life
with so few moments of clarity
that Jesus could pronounce
“Let the dead bury the dead ”
One atom alone contains enough energy
to obliterate a multitude
of cities upon its release
yet our bodies contain billions
of those little energy factories
but the amount of all that energy
in the cosmos is beyond all comprehension
I should be moving at the speed of Light
but I prefer a snails pace
Or how easily our ability to think
submits itself to ideological shackles
imposed by the self appointed masters
of the bastions of a caste system
that plagues every strata and path
and highway threading the lives of “humans”
A species so full of darkness
where the divine spark is nearly dormant
you are what I Am
Go and learn what that means
Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.
Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.
Psalms 39
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