Descending and ascending, with
Nothing else to do.
Dazzled by an acrimonious sun,
Sighing for respite. An invigorated
Population returning, like penguins,
Squabbling back to the sea.
That said, evolution was a lie!
As hopeless as the resurrection
That destroyed the afterlife for everyone
But god. Whichever way you look at it,
We are still part of a master plan.
We go, come back, arrive
With no true knowledge of a destination.
We die in order to live
As if dying was not
by itself enough
And, in the end, exhausting.
We cannot it seems
Just eat, sleep, fornicate without
Singular purpose.
We demand not one big bang, a discrete
Example of energy formation, but a whole
Lot of little ones, which we confusingly
Call life.
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