Ataraxia

The constant paradox.

The Flightless //
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

futile passions plague an aching heart.
fragile bones collapse as flesh begins to fade.
a being-in-time, a being-unto-death
made to pursue the fruitless endeavor realized as hope.

reduced to a stagnant canvas of vacancy.
eternally suspended over an ocean of nothingness
with no horizon to yearn for.

reason upon reason upon reason:
the framework of doubt,
the means to no end
the inconsolable destruction of the finite mind.

the pursuit of knowledge is but a perpetual affliction.
some driven into complete madness
in search of sanity.

remain in the safety of a lost consciousness.
that is pure bliss.

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The Flightless //

Written by

this mind of mine.

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