there is a reversion, aversion, mystical illusion
that we somehow fall upon, then into

there is an ephemeral elation
no relation to the weak-kneed conclusion
about life, and what it’s all about

there is a sadness, madness
utterly ridiculous gladness
we allow to lull us to sleep each night

there is an emptiness
a profound parsed instant
when we realize we are nothing more
than a faint whisper in a universe ever changing