Jan 6, 17 / Aqu 06, 01 05:23 UTC
[Poetry] [Personal] On nihilism, void, vacuum, space or condensate ¶
(Since there is no separate thread on poems or poetry, I felt it may be proper to post within Literature. Here is a small piece from me today. You all are welcome to post your writing on this here as well. Originally posted in my personal blog "A Philosopher's Stone".)
A cold place I know, a condensate.
Where energies grow, and so does fate.
I lack wisdom, and knowledge and information
To understand fully the transformation
Is that cyclic like nihilist thought?
Like the tides that we fight, and the tides that we fought?
I don't have a clue, and I don't have means
To know the signs or sines or sins
All my energies I derive from that cold spot.
Silently bright, darkly loud an eternal knot.
Reason: New line issue.