And as the utterly mortal
we are surrounded
by death, yet
we avoid.
fear.
loathe.
hate.
despise.
ignore.
our own eventual, inevitable demise.

We long to extend
our fading existence
with the words:
spirit, soul, heaven, hell.

Our end is imminent
we know, yet
distracted by never-ending panic
that follows thoughts
of our ultimate fatality,
we do not even notice
the unyielding and
continuous
rotation of seasons.
days.
nights.
tides.

Forever in a constant repetition,
the earth reincarnates herself daily.

Why wouldn’t you?