Duress: Death-blow to a Self-created Demon

Duress: Death-blow to a Self-created Demon

I’m a moth, flying

In the dark to the edge of Universe,

Where another Big Bang is awaiting to let fall curtains

Over a trillion years old “Tragedy of Errors”

My belief in the happy ending is still unyielding,

But my clear monochrome direction

Is praised by Atheists even,

To the point whereupon I started

To have doubts on my Puppet Show’s raison d’être

From the Vantage Point I felt

A certain desire to address

A final “State of the Uni-verse”

For the benefit of my truly frightened ones:

Perhaps, an abstract promise of unfathomable Paradise;

Or, visibly fake hopes of an ultimate status quo

In the end (of the new beginnings.)

2013-06-12