Instrument Of Totality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living an existential life during philosophies being
exacted today as I sit here contemplating what I
think and how.
What is life? What is it's reason for meaning anything
on this earth?
How was a purpose created and what is intended by it?
Conversations constantly ring around discussions of it
all.
Late night talk circles itself for hours into the early
morning hours and nothing is ever really settled or
realized as everyone goes to bed.
Waking the next day none the wiser for any of the
thought put into finding a mechanism or instrument of
totality.
Living an existential life from beginning to end with-
out a reasonable, logical explanation.