Beauty In Finality (Pantoum)

These times.

Nihility and Finality

There is a beauty to this finality,

This life we live symbolically

In this time of in-between

There is religion but little spirit

 

This life we live symbolically

Following paths we set

There is religion though little spirit

Until we tread the moors unkempt

 

Following paths we set

We hold tightly to the constructs

Until we tread the moors unkempt

Reality and life is falsified

 

We hold tightly to the constructs

As they dissolve around us

Reality and life is falsified

So we embark to find truth

 

As they dissolve around us

Late at night; we try to grasp the tangible as

We embark to find truth

In a mixed up world

 

Late at night we try to grasp the tangible

The crunching seal of fate confining us to our lives

In a mixed up world

Nowhere holds the beauty of nihility