IN A MORTAL COSMOS

Nothing we do

will have a lasting effect

in a mortal cosmos;

yet, even waves

set to fade

to the immensity of an ocean

matter, for as long they exist.

Impermanent has its value

- and demands on the sentient.

Even in this cosmos in which

we briefly flare up in the deepening dark

and fade away,

even in this

we have our duty

as long as we

gaze in the night.

Even in our cosmos which

is not a moral cosmos,

guided by supernatural rules

or higher goal, evolving

to godhead,

even in this

there is meaning

in the human scale

of things.

It just is,

our cosmos,

our womb and our prison,

allowing life to briefly

struggle, flourish

and wither,

until it is no more.

In those moments

between two greater voids

than those between the spider-web

of galaxies

we must carve

our destiny,

mortal like ourselves,

transient phenomenon

on the foam of space-time.

It must be enough,

it will be enough

until nonbeing.

12.05.2019