So I guess down here
it comes down to this:
it’s all meaningless:
the good and the bad,
all ignorance, and wisdom too,
all wars and all peace,
all loves and hates,
and all of our tries!
Whether that’s unfortunate
or relieving or revealing,
above all, it seems to simply be true!
So I ask:
Is ‘meaningless’ and ‘senselessness’
the same as, equal to, synonymous with
equal? As in
Does someone care, down here,
And: Can I?
Because I’ve got my lipstick out,
am determined to walk that stride of pride
and can be found trying to make the best of it!
…My very own best of it.
(Or is it someone else’s too,
Or should it be?)
Regardless of these existential importances,
this text, oh this twelve-part text,
it has spoken to me
with such truth, such beauty, such poetry!
This text, dealing with meaninglessness of human life,
is giving me such joy to be alive!
…Maybe naming what’s real
makes all the meaning
and all the difference