Monday, January 2, 2017

On the Future

I have descended into happiness,
Descended into joy. I've fallen fast
To fasten to the dreary, darkling past
Where all mankind in sorrow must confess.
And here in damp cathedrals we will bless
The past with lies, the lies we love to cast
Into the wind and waves -- strap to the mast
And listen to the nihilistic yes.

I'm anxious for the future's upward slope
Into the mountain fields, the crisp, cool air,
The Milky Way spread out to drown the moon,
The spiral arms in curves of life, the hope
That lies between the nothingness. Declare
The truth, that we'll enjoy the coming noon.

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