Carried away, they are, on that wisp, of human emotion.
Guilt, Want, Desire, Need,
Love. Hate, Despite, Greed.
The things a vessel bears, may weigh heavily, on it’s eternity,
or be as light as a god particle feather, on it’s eternity,
as it plods it’s way to the vast ending of it’s well known final port…
That is not for them to K(No)w.
No mortal eye sees truly into that glass of finality.
Hence, the blur of that humanity, leaves sepia toned edges.
Distorted,
is,
that brief moment of true thought portrayed in the picture of it’s truth.
Short was that moment in time.
A Cosmic light… switched on.
Then, just as quickly, it buzzes and dies,
and you K(no)w
(not this time)
you have to change it.
That kind of moment, to put it in human terms, and conceptions of time…
and eternity.
Lost are we, indeed, on the paths of men.
A last, sordid detail, in a soon forgone conclusion,
of that god particle sized blink that we are,
that spans generations.
(In our god particle sized moment of human thought.)
“A pity…
That.”
Said no one at all, for they were gone.
Gone,
lost in a sea of themselves, swimming carelessly neath the bristles,
of the timeless brush…
…Self…
…and it’s endless pursuit…
of what they thought was happiness…
although it was actually just telling them,
… what they wanted to hear.
Touching it’s harshness, barely wincing, while basking in the fleshy touch of it’s
promise,
which felt good.
Living, seemingly.… slowly…
the demise of their purpose unknown,
unheeded.
Truth lies not here. , … so far.
But there is a razor thin line inscribed by the finest god particle tool,
that separates us from it.
If not…
what the hell.
Why make it seem worse then it may already be.
That, also, is not for them to K(No)w…