Figments

The geniuses of life, dissolving in the imbecility within, slowly dying, slowly ending, so slow, an unrelenting  flow, a gradual demise, an importunity to surmise, the impermanence of existence, and its waning importance, importance so unconscious, the fading will to be pretentious, the pretence so livid, rooted deep and so vivid, but there is no exigency, for cherishing this delinquency, the delinquent mind and the delinquent soul, a mind a soul searching but nothing more, a frivolity with that same importunity, unknown and partial, indeterminable but all so parable, but what shall be the end of this endeavor, the same impermanence forever, but forever persistent is the strife for such an ephemeral life, an unjustifiable life, but still there shall be a battle, and all its spoils………



Homage

Precipice it is, precipice of a life,
The further they go into the relentless strife;

For every breath, for every draught under the cosmic scorched,
For every stride with sweat bled feet, a feet so torched;

Revel and revel, the contrivance of a deep revelation,
Utter dismay precipitating from every divine animation;

Sickening it is, all so malaise, conniving in and colluding out,
With vigor, with brawn, the reverberating clout;

Rise and rise, ascension to the unholy reverence,
Of bereaving self, of dilapidating might, claudicated hence,

Athirst it is, athirst so bright,
Dine in, within, the dissolving light;

Blithe are we, blithe as ever for nigh is the blade to sever,
For licentious it is, near the human precipice…….