To be,
To exist or live,
To prolong or carpe diem…


Caught in these trappings
Gurus define; I go topsy and turvy
Through the navel of an hourglass
As I waste away, knowing life
Is just a meaningless inertia,
Of what we collect to furnish meaning,
Love, riches, photographs and memories.


And still, we are just as empty
As we can be, knowing the mightiest truths,
That lighthouses are lonely,
Ships are lost, and the mermaid hunter
Lives large, looking at the rocks
Through the lumen of a periscope,
As manatees swim by.

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