Posture and primp
All the way to the grave
To delusions of relevance
We are enslaved
Golden apparitions
Beguile and disguise
The terrible absurdity
Of being alive
Paralyzing impermanence
Paralyzing impermanence
Not so much “here”
As molecular happenstance
We cry and we cheer,
A mimetic, performative dance
Soured by the awareness,
No matter how slight,
Of the terrible absurdity
Of being alive
Paralyzing impermanence
Paralyzing impermanence
To live, in spite of death
To live, in spite of dying
To live at all