Mind of the afloat gleam
through the dark universe,
far beyond the unknown,
sides with destiny's path.

What is, might not be.
What might be, is not.

Arrival in this world for all and sundry,
persuaded to cope in this physical plane.
Accept the inconvenient veracity
of this perfect imperfection.

What is, is there.
What may be, unknown.

Too large to grasp the truth
yet too strong to be undermined.
Escape is nowhere to be found
from this incarnating cycle.

The intellect being is defined as an entity,
ergo oblivious to the standing ensemble.

Fear of the denouement,
to become molecules in spectrum,
is the conscience of thought,
which clouds the decisions in reality.

What perchance was discovered,
is lost in illusions of fake catalysts.

Desperation acts of confusion,
repeat focus on learned fallacies.
However, indisputable endeavours
reward pleasures of sensation.

Though it is, how it is perceived.
It may be, how it is desired.

Beauty for life is tenacious
And hope is the fuel.
More to what can be seen
is to trust in the ultimate unsung.

Ode to awareness of existence.
Ode to knowledge of the end.

What is in the universe
is also in ourselves.

Thus,
Live to love.
Love to work.
And work to live euphoric.