Discard bare threads of worn tapestry, cast dye and weave fresh yarn,
Heralded into the pervasive mania, resigned to the eventuality,
Consciousness dawns forth into being, impelled by tender embrace,
Is this faraway reminiscence, perhaps merely fevered hallucination?
Validating consequential, if not singular, purpose into the whole,
Passions, imbued with unbridled faith, absolved of any liability.
Vanquishing any notion of the purifying clarity of the distant horizon,
Life, buoyed by hope sprung, necessitates fundamental means to endure,
Conceive underlying bargain manifest, foolishly believe in attainment,
Does one truly exist without relevance, will one still within that void?
Perceptions limited foretelling highlights imagination’s muted inadequacy,
Reality amputates us from own essence, never to regain that which is lost.
Escaping into the wilderness of shadows to avoid torture of the next,
Forfeited my soul at the crossroads easing burdens of a desolate world,
When occurs this passing - yesterday by eve, tomorrow in the morn?
Will my absence linger when I disappear, does anyone aptly care?
If one truly reaps what is sowed, lay me befitting a pauper’s grave,
For I cannot reimburse the specter, and the ferryman must be paid.
Seek not a wandering savior, instead accept our fateful demise,
Existence hauntingly insignificant to an extreme, meaningless,
Death certain for anyone born, never shall one cease once mourned,
Yet do they remember after distance fades, will it even matter?
In the afterglow of unending, to attain peace is surviving chaos,
Pay tribute, and lament as mortal ashes scatter to the winds.
Lifetime spent anticipating this inevitability, seldom is one prepared,
Nothingness piercing hidden veil, touching oblivion in the underworld,
Abandoned to recesses of eternity, temporal passage acutely immaterial,
Has a juncture, fleeting as all else, manifested for transfiguration?
Refuse instrument of own extinction, choosing instead a new creation,
Behold the flame of rebirth, discarding bare threads of worn tapestry.
Heralded into the pervasive mania, resigned to the eventuality,
Consciousness dawns forth into being, impelled by tender embrace,
Is this faraway reminiscence, perhaps merely fevered hallucination?
Validating consequential, if not singular, purpose into the whole,
Passions, imbued with unbridled faith, absolved of any liability.
Vanquishing any notion of the purifying clarity of the distant horizon,
Life, buoyed by hope sprung, necessitates fundamental means to endure,
Conceive underlying bargain manifest, foolishly believe in attainment,
Does one truly exist without relevance, will one still within that void?
Perceptions limited foretelling highlights imagination’s muted inadequacy,
Reality amputates us from own essence, never to regain that which is lost.
Escaping into the wilderness of shadows to avoid torture of the next,
Forfeited my soul at the crossroads easing burdens of a desolate world,
When occurs this passing - yesterday by eve, tomorrow in the morn?
Will my absence linger when I disappear, does anyone aptly care?
If one truly reaps what is sowed, lay me befitting a pauper’s grave,
For I cannot reimburse the specter, and the ferryman must be paid.
Seek not a wandering savior, instead accept our fateful demise,
Existence hauntingly insignificant to an extreme, meaningless,
Death certain for anyone born, never shall one cease once mourned,
Yet do they remember after distance fades, will it even matter?
In the afterglow of unending, to attain peace is surviving chaos,
Pay tribute, and lament as mortal ashes scatter to the winds.
Lifetime spent anticipating this inevitability, seldom is one prepared,
Nothingness piercing hidden veil, touching oblivion in the underworld,
Abandoned to recesses of eternity, temporal passage acutely immaterial,
Has a juncture, fleeting as all else, manifested for transfiguration?
Refuse instrument of own extinction, choosing instead a new creation,
Behold the flame of rebirth, discarding bare threads of worn tapestry.
©2026 Steve Sagarra
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