POETRY

CONFUSION

The relentless pace of life's confusions,
the egoism of our timeless passing,
rushing waters always there,
draw painted lines on an angel's map.
Inexorable, destiny unaware,
we endure gleefully the path to the end.

Like gods or devils, perhaps as angels,
we stare at life's vanishing finish,
our moving horizons.
Love, perhaps hate,
takes one there;
Relentless push, the amusing lair
retorts with laughs
every pain and hurt.
And, the grins,
the grin foreboding death
Dared replace the unintended smile.

The awaiting precipice,
the inevitable fall,
expected by our souls, arrives.
Serene willingness :
the noiseless passing,
The encounter with the infinite nothing.

j.a.canto, MBA