To The Grey


The world has no mercy on itself
It lives in the cruelty of killing for food
The dead die and disappear into particles less than dust
The strong of today are the dead of tomorrow
And all of us are fools of our own delusions and pretensions
Meanwhile in the larger spaces
The mysteries of distant explosions
Are solved into equations
Only few of us can barely understand
And all of us including those very distances
The stars of our romances and the galaxies of our observations
Go from chaos to order and order to chaos
With no maintaining of Meaning whatsoever

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