let beauty never cease
for when the sun expires and
its burning core no longer churns
when the epitaph is inscrutable and
no remnants of words or sounds or love persist
the everlasting emptiness of what
used to be
shows the truth more beautiful than ever
before

until we
as humans
drop the act of a so called
humane existence
and adopt the act of
a universal existence
until we achieve more than a
one-size-fits all
performance
can we transcend the limits of
such an insignificant creature
and not just discover
but become
the truth of life
the truth of all the universe

life is searching for a key
to a door that is not there
writing a title to an essay not yet written
with not a clue the topic of the paper
finding a knife to cut bread
when you have not bought any bread
so maybe it's up to us to
build the door
to pick a topic
to make the bread

breathless air fills the room
and a cup of coffee somehow changes that
lifeless sound of nothing there
and a cup of coffee somehow changes that
the void in any occasion is somehow filled
by just a cup of coffee
pure and simple, bold and black
with floral hints, burnt flavor must lack
sit and wait
and then you'll see
that every void is gone, you're free

there is much to be said
about this finite existence
when you're lying in your bed
and the mind is surely distant
are you here or are you there?
are you body or are you mind?
maybe both perhaps
dependent on each other
as is energy is to matter