Abysmal

Would you truly call it easy 
If you yourself had the experience 
Of trading entropic status quo
To sink into the cthonic abyss?

The lacuna of nihility is self,   
Through that tenebrous landscape 
Down an ever more Stygian path,
To the ineluctable conclusion of fate. 

The palimpsest nature of existence
Sissyphean and so defining
Requires a certain sloughing off in relief
As it becomes the liminal spaces’ lining. 

Simultaneously fluvial and still
A susurrus beckoning you can never quite hear.
Carried on a zephyrous wind that you cannot feel,
Leaving only a yearning for crepuscular air. 

A halcyon repose you desire,
But some of us find dwelling there
Craving reason and structure,
Just to make such futility seem  fair.  

A heartbeat and we would swap,
Let you embrace your false pasture,
For the mere glimpse  of eunoia 
And a life that moves faster. 

Yet dread it you do,
And your fight is excandescent. 
Too fast, too slow, time crawls on
And remains evanescencescent.  

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