Aftermath after the fact, divisible indeed by 0 though it tramples on math,
Past the numbers and nature’s laws, I’m stuck in the teeth of a timeless tiger’s jaws.
Evident, inescapable, inevitable: “fate”, a spidery thread, woven in waves interminable,
An excuse, at times, for mistakes and inadequacies, misunderstandings and overstated fallacies.
Having its wings have broken and caved, which road follows the moth in order to be saved?
After all, there are so many candles, so many flames, burning brightly, promises of burial in suede,
Almost as if in its ending, life would carry more options & choices than its beginning.
Surprised I’m not, but cynics typically aren’t, still holding ideals while their antithesis remains apparent.
Please then consider, how the world is all a-twitter, a-bound and abased in spite all its glitter,
Futures of minerals and mammals on markets exchanged, taking guarantees from tomorrow for today,
One rich man’s life becomes worth a million of poor, after collateral damage the total is just a bit more.
I wish I could blame all of this infamy on my birth, but without all those choices I made, I’d remain just a drop of semen falling to earth. From dust I was made, and to dust my bones return, where my end is I can only hope, just wishing the path there wasn’t so damned absurd.