To ExistA Poem by Max MeunierChaotic echoes linger from distant realms All that has existed in this patch of land Exists now in the absence of time In between every extreme contained within the spectrum Intangible essences endlessly spiral inward All progression remains relative to the mind Molded by our perception’s indoctrination we stumble onward In futility we grasp at Time is the abstract mechanism that diminishes all Haplessly deconstructing the construct of existence All that is at once is as good as naught Fraught with fantasies of infinite repetition of consciousness But particles disperse and coalesce without prejudice Through visions evolving, dissolving with precision We ponder with purpose what the surface conceals Revealing only that which we can comprehend Bound by our own paltry perspectives The perpetual plight of reflective introspection Through inflections of or intrinsic inability
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Added on August 5, 2016Last Updated on August 10, 2016 Tags: max, meunier, poetry, existence, observation, entropy, introspection, humanity, life, death Author
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