Untitled
If the cosmos
loves repetition
and variety, why
struggle? All
things carry the
weight of
creation, so
why judge? We
are a never ending
dream of matter
diving in and
out of existence,
our turgid well of
consciousness
enduring our
dismissals, evading
our immortality—
what becomes
an empty vessel
drifting through
space, trying
to piece us together
again.
by Robert Darlington
from Poetry Feast