never reaching the end... entering one
door after another... search for the right
one in which to secure passage to the
other side... that side which is our destiny,
our origins from birth into consciousness,
from that as we knew it not... as no one
knows not from whence we came... as we
were never intended to know or even
question... it was not our birthright nor
was it our intention... it was the unintended
consequences of our purpose... a purpose
never known... never shared with anyone;
age creeps down the hallway of our existence
offering no solutions for our dilemma other
than retrospection... and isolation... in the
midst of controversy surrounding our
purpose here... we live inside coffins of
death that house only those fears and
concerns we were given... as if entrusting
no other with that burden... time glances
in our diretion as it moves forward in its
relentless progression towards a point-in-time
it will never reach... time is no longer a
measure of distance but of evolution forced
upon us all at birth... as was our creation...
leaving no room for us to offer our opinion.
30 September 2021
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