Sometimes a butterfly
Sometimes a butterfly will fall
Sadness descends and rises
in us
whenever we let our guard down
it comes creeping in
Original thinking is a myth
a deception
at best we can rearrange what is
and we call it creativity
it is just a reshuffling
in a new way
of what is
and man becomes vain
because he is a hustler
and a reshuffled idea
Moments pass
one dissolves into the next
and we move towards extinction
The alarm will ring
and we will not be there
to answer it
and thousands of years will pass
billions
and what was this one
that sat in front of
what was once a computer
and recorded these feeble thoughts
there is no glory in death
that is the mortal illusion
we do not want to face the fact
that this is our only shot
Easily emerging out of life is difficult
we cling so ungracefully to life
because part of us feels
this is a one act play
and our part
is almost finished
How terribly sad
to fall into the nothing numb
not even able to cry
tenderness evades us
we tremble
on the edge of the world
where the storms rage
and the waters rush.
Inspiration is dry today
it is a false hope thrown at us
a rope in the nothingness.
© 2010
Stephen John Kalinich
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