Our Condition

Shadows  from shapes  and angles
Confusion of crumbling stones
Fading
Dust to ashes
Field of flowers
Glitter without gold
A silent passage
Ashes to dust.
Tabula rasa mind
Blank wall, no color
Thunder without rain or storm
Elegance that lacks context
Skin and bone without soul
Proto-human form

Defy relentless entropy
Struggle to be born.