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Apr 2014
That's the way it is. Try as we might we still falter forwards
into an abyss, where the ground below deceives us
to understand that we can stand upright-but cannot!

The deception is translated into life too.
At one time the complexities purge us clean
and again, without even questioning we spring headlong
into  an unclean state of mind.

We write and writhe in a  godless void
because it is a safe place to be unnoticed
and unknown. A much better way to reduce us
into complete humility. Lose the voice
and still that wisdom. Speak less, listen more.

That's how we must be as we race to a finish
taking with us all our internal struggles
and external dominance imposed suddenly
on us by a society intent
on keeping us within its crushing embrace.

The answer lies wholly in contemplation
and subdued understanding of the unfolding
universe. The moment of birth and death
inextricably intertwined, until we leave
noiselessly into that unknown space
where we all belong.

Author Notes

Philosophy.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Marshall Gass
Written by
Marshall Gass  Auckland New Zealand
(Auckland New Zealand)   
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