Human, Being - Tim Hicks

[Lawrence Robinson]

Human, Being

Humans, now, being,
plain to see, so seriously 
embarked from bits
boiling up from 
big bang laughable 
billions of eons 
gone by, 
to today’s travails,
are questing and querying 
as all and always 
of every species has.

All, or most, or many,
well, some along the way
have wished
wandering weren’t so
lost and tenderness 
more prevail 
in our loins and longings
that drill deep within our days. 

Easy it is to 
tempt the fates and 
invent the states 
of cleverness 
incommensurate with 
stark mortality 
that stalks us,
impossible as life, 
but it has not sufficed.

I wish I had some answers,
else I would sell them to you
for a tuppence to the 
thousands you many pay 
the many pipers playing
their sugar tunes. 

As it is, what words worth
more than dust will 
make a dent,
will rend the veil,
will pierce the shallow surface,
and allow more than 
wise pronouncements 
of relinquishment and revelation. 

I would despair but what use
when tomorrow I will die and 
today is happening? 

	- Tim Hicks
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