The body disintegrates
until what remains
are like the bones of fish
that can no longer return to the sea
the source where elegant truths
exact a singular conviction
on what existence means
in this dry season
we infer the brevity of experience
after weathering challenges at sea
warring
between asperity and adversity
why must it be this futile
this life impelled by circumstance
Or is it we who fail time and again
at perfecting ourselves
answering a vocation of a different strand
a fraternity that is without end
