Transience

Posted: March 21, 2014 in poetry
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The transience of each moment of joy and expectation drags me down like lead:
At once it is gone and again I am left here all alone in an untidy room with my guinea pigs,
Trying to replay a good memory. My face smiled once but now seems curiously blank.
How far can we travel through bat-wings and bones until we reach the shores of the Lethe?
Should we hold ourselves accountable for our insolent certifiable dreams?
Or should we give up and smoke of the fruit of the good earth while lounging about in corduroy flares and impractical hats, hatching crackpot schemes?

When we see the beauty in this life amidst the stains of fallibility and sin, the rebel sun rises and the whole world is flooded with the light of bliss.
We are transfixed and rendered overflowing with good emotion and consequent talk,
As the moment reappears again and lasts for a while.
And all the beer-soaked, blitzkrieg days seem worthwhile:
We soar on the backs of angelic eagles and howl our love eternally.

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