NAMELESS

People would all fall,
Rise and again fall all.

For dues nature pays,
In this nature all dies.

To the fine or stricken
Stranger things happen.

Mystery is life itself;
God’s own other half.

Another Wandering Soul

when the sky
turns milky-white
and our bodies
are nothing but
cancellous shells
with thrashing limbs;
we will be
Nameless.

… and in the books
of history
yet to be written,
we will be known
as those
who were
too presumptuous
to follow
the universe’s
well-intentioned call.

after all these years,
we still
haven’t learned a thing.


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photo credits: kosmos2012.hu-berlin.de

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