• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    Coming to grips

    It is the realization
    The final particles
    Of existence
    That triggers against
    Itself
    And in a moment
    Blasts asunder
    The whole universe
    We see, we feel.
    We resolve
    Breaking down
    Into those fine
    Particles
    That once birthed
    Us whole, now
    Vacates
    To a transition period
    Of nothingness.
    You can call it a death
    No, it is death!
    Hidden amongst it's
    Many awkward faces
    It still cuts
    deep
    To the sigh
    That bitter anguish
    Of life.
    Our journey
    Never really marked
    Clear
    Horizons
    Never solid
    But floating
    Upon a whim
    Of the absolute
    That Ying yang game
    That here in the depths
    Despair
    Muscles into
    It's gain
    Of nothingness.
    Do we fight
    Just for the breath
    Just for the day
    Or should we walk into
    It's enveloping form
    And be as everything
    There
    The hush
    The silence
    Of death.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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