Time serves us all a sentence.
The brevity of our lives,
Our communities mere decades.
Our concerns are but vague collaborations.
Our hearts unraveling without care
For a chat or a nod or a spare set of keys.
The compromises which in hindsight
Compromise our state of being
And our souls most of all.
–
He who does not listen cannot
Feasibly know and he who lacks
Contact or initiative cannot
Feasibly do anything to resolve
The discrepancies of ego.
Does a single answer exist
That could ever satisfy
The collective of man?
There are not enough Gods
To answer all our whims
And even if there were
We lack the means
To perceive them.
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