In The Dark Delirium Of Life Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the dark delirium of life
the proposition goes walking
as the child on its trembling toes
a star that mischievous wandered
from the track
of other stars and found itself
into a frozen reign and frost so
hard that even for a star it willed
to go.

torches bear and chant if we
would reach that density where with
every word we press the more and
more
the trammels the emotions the destiny
more, more and more
pitiless
into one drop single synthesized:
that is the monad that the nearest
to the ever-growing whole
contains.

But ah! ah yet! alas! the mass
universe at the Rim continuous
expands:
such that however we expand ever-increase
the monad sole synthesized the whole
will not contain
but only nearest thereto distil:
and even so
to keep that running level you must run
ever-continuous yet to stay
even if always behind Evolution's
swift ever-increasing leading
feet.