The contemplations of, the purpose of existence of humans, what are we, here for, an, existentialist, questions, I suppose…translated…
Through the Birth Canals, Lives are, Created, He said
Through the Tunnels, You Can, Enter, into Death
Loneliness, Broken Down, a Unicorn
And a Unicycle
The Sunset Hooked Up the Time that’s Far, Faraway in the Distance
Through the Gates of Hell, there are the Road, Back Up to the Ground, He’d Told
Through the Grayed, Cloudy Skies, there will be, Sunny Up Ahead
Surpassing, the Dark Currents, the Fallen Flowers
That Incomplete Ancient Verse
from the Peanut Gallery…found online
Where Can We Find, Those Lonely Travelers Away from Home
The Happiest Moments, is the Moment Closest to the Happiest Times, He’d Told
True Death is, Never Dying Again
The Specimen that, Cried Aloud on the Walls
Those Eyes that, Looked into Life & Death
Hollowed, Between the Worlds, with Mouth Wide Open
The Lips, Sucking, the Arms in Embrace, Doubling the Bliss
These, Quieted Nights, the Whispers of the Second Hand Stashed, Inside the Bottles, He’d Told
The Strong Liquor, Became Lava, as It’d, Passed Through the Throat
The Core of the Earth Was, Diagnosed with, Lupus
The Sun Always, Wanted to, Stand on its Head at the End of the Streets
The Lamps Stood, Watching Over the Nights, and Couldn’t Tell What it Was Anymore
photo from online
That Slimmed Down Shadow, How does it, Compromise with the Coming of the Daytime
Those Who See Colors are, Colorblind, He’d Told
Only the Wise Thought They Were, Fools
The Roads You Walked, are of, Nothingness
The Challenges of Fate, Lined Up Like the Words
The White Brick, Stacked on the Combination of Light
Becoming Ash, God, also, into Foolish Human Beings
And so, this, is quite philosophical, so, what are we, exactly? No more than, a waste of physical space, creating more carbon dioxide, to pollute this world more and more by the day??? Or are we, able to, become, something more?