We are some sort of subject: irrelevant
we are some sort of electro-chemical
We are eagerly afraid
the final gasps of death
fear is the last ally
the last lost courage
to throw away
the cloudy misty life
of human superfluity
panic: a mouth-full of despair,
feed us more!
The colossal strength to sustain
those pillars of petty humanity
and vanquish utterly
in the final realization
– the ineffability –
the unspeakable death of language
for the beginning
to an untold world
More Modern Poetry ?
2 thoughts on “The realization of the ineffable”
A well-expressed longing, Pablo!
We are so replaceable, and utterly temporary.
But, so is despair. It vanishes when told.
Whisking away, Uncle Tree