It's in the end all pointless, of course,
this thing we call 'life'
& don't understand;
this stream across time and space
which briefly carries us,
while we ask
these questions
if time exists,
if life has a meaning,
and is there
existence beyond death?
It's all in the end pointless, of course,
after it has ended, this life -
like the stars and galaxies
carried in the streams
of the great cosmic webbing -
has all its meaning
in existence itself,
whether a wondering mind
in a human brain,
or a spinning spiral wheel of dust
& gas, brilliant in starburst.
08.01.2021
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