Thursday, August 1, 2024

NOT THE END OF THE WORLD

This just in: there's a war 
going on—a war 
of attrition

with the fabric 
of reality.

And the battleground for it 
is a world all shot-
through 

with the heralds 
which we, in our darkest
minds, have yearned for. 

By way of retaliation, 
that world has convinced us

that the soul, 
as given, doesn't 
simply exist;

it must first be secreted, 
then searched for 
and earned.

And it isn't so pleasant 
to leave behind one's body—

though it's something 
like pure peace 
on Earth to return.