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Cataclysm
Time was always an elusive foe, even from the Beginning. I spent many moments – like a comet’s tail tearing through the cosmos – chasing it - never looking back at my path of destruction.
I ignored the signs, like gravitational pulls, that threatened my dreadfully direct course. Ineptness entrenched in the entropically evolving ethos of culture, an evocative explosion of ecstasy defining my existence and a plethora of paradox that rent the very foundation of my beliefs.
I am the mind. If so, I am a prisoner – whether to the very thing I chase with fervour, or to the cast and mould set well before my eyes drank crafted light. (Much like the fixed path of that cosmic symbol).
I am the heart - a pulsing organ, dripping fallacies, tautologies and illusionary iridescence. The mind, too an illusion, as is all I have made.
I fiddle with fancies, toy with trivialities, and claim correspondence with cumbersome certainties. The truth is one such cert with which I wrestle, though truly, my only struggle is the very pursuit I preach – time.
I am a deity, a force, an answer – but only to the question that I pose. Purpose is pursued, meaning is mused and time is taken. And so the ultimate foe gains more distance, while I - the “victor” – stand over my effort and swell with self-importance. No audience to cheer.
Inevitable is the End, and no redemption will I earn. “I” am humanity, and “It” is only a matter of time.
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