Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Human Condition
Blank. The surface may or may not fill
With words that soothe a wandering will.
Desperate. Tears desert the deepest need;
If heart can cry, it can be freed.
Torn. Between two worlds, and beings, two:
Time-Existence- passing through
Shattered stellar systems' years
Like meteors. Like dust. Like tears.
Mortal- a sole deflected spark
Whelmed in tides of utter dark.
Undying- second existence twined
With essence holy, undefined
Definer, axiom of Light,
of Justice' strength, of Beauty's might.
Duality. Not in God, but man,
His nature split since time began;
Though filled with reasoned passions deep,
To hunger subject, and to sleep.