In the void of Time
I die a thousand deaths,
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Then I 'm reborn,
Death being too desperately meaningless to bear,
And life too boring to sustain.
Fragmented my essence needs no boundaries,
No visions of Hell or Heaven,
Before its psychic collapse,
The renewal of a search cycle.
I emerge refreshed from ceremonial explorations of eternity,
A mammal of higher order,
In the spiritual circus of so-called humanity,
I spin mid-air, briefly elated,
From common pools of memory and instinct,
What is left of me.
Enriched in knowledge, temporarily reconciled,
With linearly extrapolated views of life,
But always questioning
Orgiastic beliefs of tradition,
Preposterous teachings about
False Gods, worn-out values, standards.
Invading my inner consciousness,
Are these irreversible destructive forces of logic,
Uncompromising needs and stresses,
Seeking Justice, meaning and answers,
A sober, aesthetic, proud, crossing,
Of an otherwise indifferent Universe,
A Universe diminishing my fragile existence,
And nullifying my false importance.
© 2000 George Pararas-Carayannis