This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality!
These walls, these somatic extensions
partitioning our collective souls!
::
Out of my windows
wheels, pedestrians, footwork,
all relentlessly push forward days and nights,
though they all stay still
glued to now - here
forever.
They, like planets, are
always going,
for their remaining to prevail.
Nobody ever leaves this orbit alive.
We run in these incessant tracks
to stay.
We're oblivious of,
our running from
is verily running towards the ends,
like flitting from a point
on circle.
We deny our humanity in order to survive
living amidst wolves who
profess humanity.
We adapt their axiom of: " There are no truths
but what gives us the upper hands."
“A win is a win.”
We practice pragmatism
for nothing essential is practical.
Truth, heart and honesty
are such bankrupting commodities.
We massacre our eternal nexus,
for a flash of pleasure,
for the safety of feeling fulfilled,
in place of being enlightened.
We die in order to live.
We wear out our eternity
in order to outwear.
We annihilate our endlessness,
evading the end.
