A Little Facile Philosophizing

Each cause will turn out lost at last.
Each life will end, and, at some point,
The very bases of our lives, the spin,
The space, the altogether arbitrary
Architecture of the universe we see.
Will stall and fall upon itself, and
All will be erased again, and something
Else will take its place. That's simply
How things have to go, but, nonetheless,
We cling to causes, see, despite our
Loathsome tactics, their, and our,
Nobility, and dream our acts will
Let us live beyond our final breaths.
Is that why I've written this? Are
You the cause which must be lost,
And are the tactics I've employed
To try to win your love for me
Distasteful, hardly noble efforts
To take someone's place? Moreover,
When I've been defeated, will I quite
So blithely say that's how things
Have to go?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-04 at 14:21

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