We are mere specks of dust we
mortal men:
Plodding and plucking through the
mystic dark
Of this abyss we call life.
We plunge headlong into the thaws
of its belly-
Our fate to sate its blistering boiling
ulcer,
Drowning
in the acrid juices of its bitter bile!
We enter this world as babes;
Blind, feeble and vulnerable-
Groping our way through the dour
corridors of life,
Our scopes blotted with obscure cataracts,
Our reach balefully blurred by
veiled visors,
Each time we venture to lift our
gaze…
The ancient lodestone has lost pull.
The paved path the once led to its
sacred door,
Lies petered out beneath the barren
sands of time.
The way of the truth is now but a fabled
trail;
And buried deep in the bowels of
the earth-
In realms lost to memories gone,
Dwells our only deliverance from
this great-never-ending-fall!
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