Our Amorphous Angst

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"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
                         ---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot

Que tan dificil es
     decir todo lo que siento.

O! This emptiness,
   this vacuity,
     this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
           to what does not pass
                            our tests of time,
   or logic --
      no crutches
        in opposition to
             unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
    no selfish constructs
                      to justify
    seizing goods or power;
          no promises of forever
   nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
                                     "being" --
in this unguided,
                 ultimately purposeless
                        angst-filled universe.
And, always,
       mere inertia, eternal resistance
                        or accelerating change toward
             foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
                 Act! 
                              Construct reality!

Live your life.

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