Overwhelmed by Joy's sanguine mass,
knowing all is well that begins well-
yet the peevish prospect of Joy's inevitable annihilation
time & again, throttles the Mind full-force-forth
unto the cold, void cosmos
of Pessimistic Ponderance,
this rocket-tank always either full-full or full-on-empty,
as the discontinuity yet uniformity of time-space happenings
bids to keep the Universe ever so slightly yet intractably titled
at an adjacent angle to Fate, Infinity,
the centrifuge of Reason holding the innards intact,
Time bidding to keep secret the outcome of Felicity,
whirling within its own realm,
inviting all who care & all who dare,
to embrace its yellow-hole pull
with expansive Soul & Arms,
as its Quantum mass plunders all within its enthrall,
into the divinely deviant depths of Oblivion-
Until the time has come again to bid reverence
to that universal constant Melancholia:
The voyage is complete.
We have landed from infinite light years away,
to kiss the terra firma of Mortality & its lachrymose constancies,
bidding the cycle of Life keep turning,
so that one day, all may be brought, to Eternal Transcendence.
