1
We make the mistake
that we think we
are the cosmos,
not born from a Big Bang,
destined for a Big Rip,
but a Steady State universe,
eternal, without an end.
Human hubris.
2
We accept that others,
even our loved ones,
are mortal,
destined to be bones,
ash and dust,
silence in place of voices;
but ourselves
we grant immortality;
our days have no end -
millions of years
of brief lives,
thirty years of misery,
have bred this delusion
in the human psyche,
to make us face
the inevitable
with a comforting lie.
Thus we perish,
amazed.
07.06.2022
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