LIFE: A Poem Of No Particular Origin

in #poetry5 years ago

Humans cage their hearts
preaching freedom in kind's breathing beat

The drumming bathes the reservoir of the soul

What fate will inside ever see?
Broken dilemma?
Or ecstasy?
Will we see?
Are we nothing but shell to see?

Translation
in order unparticular:

Humans lie
—even speaking the truth

Humans hide the greatest parts of their existence from everyone they've ever known

Simply by being human
we're all liars
unable to share the magnitude of our minds with any other individual

THIS is why we are all alone
—together—
in a reality we'll likely never fully understand

Infinity has a way of outpacing us all.

After bodies fail
what happens to what remains?

If there be afterlife
might it be?

If there is
if we are nothing more than Earth
how might we ascend beyond
heavens
stars
galaxies

What matter might that be?