#finitude
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dies
everyone lies
we all wear a disguise
no human can possibly fly
immortality
is a fiction
our fixation with youth
is an addiction
the truth descends from our perception
what are we left with?
inception?
another form of self-deception?
i don't know what
this or anything means
are we individuals?
or are we collective operating teams?
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
Finitude, the luck of humanity
Where gods sit on clouds
Dreaming to be cleaved from eternity
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
I walk a few blocks
Or so to the bus stop,
On my way to work,
Every morning,
Except for Tuesdays
And Wednesdays.
Each time,
A motionless possum
With a ****** mouth
Greets me, as he lays
Comfortably on his hard bed.
Each time,
Becoming more
And more impersonal.
A full coat of fur
Replaced with a
Grey mushy mass.
The undisputed fate
Of all living beings.
My possum friend,
Will not be the only
One who does not
Leave a legacy behind.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC