The Most Consequential Daydreams:
Life is an endeavor devoid of destination
A trek through an unmapped wilderness
Until calamity at last overwhelms vigor
Wrenching ambition from fearful fingers
Impermanence made irreversibly inert
Along the road to nonexistence
Myths germinate in borrowed bodies
Shared around campfires and repeated by mirror people
Purposes and pathways, the most consequential daydreams
Entropy trimmed to fit in the palm of your hand
Breathing amongst their tellers for a time
They dictate action and thought along their threadbare paths
Establishing remote margins of frail safety
From the placid creeping horrors of existing
Until their dissonance rings the hollow tone of the earth
Every voice yearns for a song in the face of nihility
Every story knits purpose from the dispassionate fabric of the void
Let us together then fill the vacuum with songs ringing of humility and empathy,
Drown out the stories of venom that drive pained and flimsy hearts to hate,
And write love on the lip of oblivion.