A Shimmering Ephemeral Place (Draft)
Do we rage against the dying of the light
Or do we go gently into that good night
As ignorant parts of a greater machine
The latter serves better it seems
For all raging that we may do
Is like howling at the moon
We love this shimmering ephemeral place in which we live
Our blurry vision of the night is a tension that drives our way
Life distracts us and we are mostly blind during the day
There is a truth beneath our actions and words
That we feel and glimpse although it is blurred
As humans we adapt and survive
To keep our species alive
We love this shimmering ephemeral place in which we live