Exhortation
What are we
but atoms and laws
chemistry and chaos
obeying simple rules
We are mechanical aberrations
free will
is a comfortable illusion
that we cling to
as those with scars
covering their skin
reach desperately
for grace
But don't say
context is where
meaning will be found
we are pure
when we are alone
when we stare
at death
under candlelight
waiting
for movement
with breath held
and lungs
ready to collapse
There are no reasons
to believe
so be calm
we are all strangers
(Many hours
pass by
before the embers are silent,
and I am not young anymore,
These bones drag
this shell
down the city streets
while winter
wakes violently
and beautifully)
We are nothing more
than dust,
or random fluctuations
of chance
vacillations of luck
nonsensical liars
and lovers
illusions of chaos
scraping at what is sacred
predictable plastic mannequins
parading perfection
through memories
(Tell me your secrets
Tell me your story
show me
meaning
in its most natural form
free from tainting
and dying exaltations
Smile now,
you transient, temporary creatures
breathe quietly
but live
to find wisdom)
Do not forget
we can move
and glow
as fast
as we fade
(Would you take tomorrow
away
from the stranger
that watches fireflies
dance with chaotic symmetry?)
Meaning will wait here
for us
to trip over
patience
and we will make
science bow
beneath perpetuity
(Choice and Illusion
will be reconciled
with candlelight
and cornerstones:
The memories
we will not let go)
but atoms and laws
chemistry and chaos
obeying simple rules
We are mechanical aberrations
free will
is a comfortable illusion
that we cling to
as those with scars
covering their skin
reach desperately
for grace
But don't say
context is where
meaning will be found
we are pure
when we are alone
when we stare
at death
under candlelight
waiting
for movement
with breath held
and lungs
ready to collapse
There are no reasons
to believe
so be calm
we are all strangers
(Many hours
pass by
before the embers are silent,
and I am not young anymore,
These bones drag
this shell
down the city streets
while winter
wakes violently
and beautifully)
We are nothing more
than dust,
or random fluctuations
of chance
vacillations of luck
nonsensical liars
and lovers
illusions of chaos
scraping at what is sacred
predictable plastic mannequins
parading perfection
through memories
(Tell me your secrets
Tell me your story
show me
meaning
in its most natural form
free from tainting
and dying exaltations
Smile now,
you transient, temporary creatures
breathe quietly
but live
to find wisdom)
Do not forget
we can move
and glow
as fast
as we fade
(Would you take tomorrow
away
from the stranger
that watches fireflies
dance with chaotic symmetry?)
Meaning will wait here
for us
to trip over
patience
and we will make
science bow
beneath perpetuity
(Choice and Illusion
will be reconciled
with candlelight
and cornerstones:
The memories
we will not let go)