The delicate delusion in each moment
There is, the trick of life
imminent omnipresent agony in each living system
Human, or human not.
We are bound to break.
We are bound to suffer.
Till the truth taps his mask off
and we drop dead in dignity
Still blind, burning.
So what of it now?
Aye, dear life?
Our skeletons turned to dust
Our hearts no longer beating
What was this mascarade all about?