Sunday, 11 June 2023

hope did you say?

 hope did you say?


these are the times when hope is impotent


hope the frayed rope on the suspension bridge 

the crumbling rock under the stanchion 


hope has always birthed tomorrow

begat the circumvention of censure  


in this world we grow accustomed

to life and death and the grain of hope

that is the resurrection of mystery


but now the very world is dying 

unable to house any form of life 

that we would recognise as such


can the algorithm of eons 

offer any light at the end of nothing’s darkness


oh yes

hope can be as many things as you want

place them on the rifle stall at the fare

and watch them shattered


kintsugi my be fired in this furnace 

but the cup of hope is spilled


if we can live our lives in the knowledge of certain death

then whichever way it comes

even through the demise of our planet home

the evolution of the hope that sustained us 

will gently close every eye 

even unto the last

when hope itself succumbs


sing me song of hope

i will hum along 

quick now my friend

for the quick and the dead 

are already lost in the mists

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