V – Infinity
Oh, to the human tendency that always
Sends us flying
Through the atmosphere. It never ends.
Ambition to subside the madness
The sadness, creeping in our veins;
With glory, triumph, competition.
An everlasting hunt for treasure
Which we so arrogantly think
Would last.
The seemingly so distant past is right beneath us
Yet humans never learn.
The bloodbaths, the grotesque World Wars.
Our thought
Is that there in fact exists that somewhere
That’s unfathomably far and infinitely slow to come,
Where we will have enough.
But can a creature even comprehend?
The endless chaos that inevitably would ensue
If humans owned the powerful galaxies;
If we already now tear at each other,
With all the fallacies
And lies, and misconceptions
About our own true rationality.
We’re simply abnormalities
Perhaps a glitch.
Given ability to reason, which
In every other possible reality
Would complete every spec,
But not the Milky Way.
And although there is no limit
To luminosity of human minds,
We are just dust in an infinitely big city
Face down, and not quite knowing
What’s above
VI – Death
Are we afraid of death?
In all of the beliefs
A topological mistake,
Of limitless extrapolation.
All the internal darkness taken out
To not impose a strain
On our ever growing, omni working brains;
A strain for which no holy religion
Can account,
To which we all eventually go down.
When one has drawn the ultimate last breath;
Where do we go? Descend, ascend,
Or maybe something in between? No one,
In fact, has ever really known
Since ones that go away are now forever gone.
However only human is unfortunate enough
To never give consideration
To nature’s beautiful and devastating bluff
Of constant darkness, and no continuation.
With no ability to think or cry
Or laugh at life’s past days.
An uncountably infinite dense daze
Surrounded by nowhere and no one.
No time is wasted here, nor does it exist
On this thin line where we don’t see
Don’t hear, don’t feel, don’t know
Whether we’re there, or do the roots of evergreens
Just grow
Straight through our body.
Am I afraid of death? My life
Set me an ultimatum.
I either live to promptly die
Or slowly kill myself to live.
The latter never was attractive
If holding a belief to be productive
Live further than before. Explore
The endless plane.
However, the unpleasant situation
Of me in decades having no sensation
Is never as exciting
As much as it’s divine.