#219 Poem by Vincent Bayer

Contained within this fragile vessel
Held within this mortal shell
The shimmering fire of intellect
Shines like a beacon from the void.
Yet like skeptical pilgrims'
on a dubious crusade
we wander through the wilderness
in search of some intangible truth
Never more than a breath away
from the dark sanctuary of the grave...

Such noble dreams we aspire to
in our brief moment of flight
such vain pretentions we contrive
in the transient glow of our vital flame
but the continents still move
and the planets revolve
indifferent to our desires
as if
they are merely tolerating our presence
for the sake of their creator...