Hither Hurried Whence? Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Must inklings of futility mirror immaturity?
Pandering to posterity maintains momentarily
conceptual fatuity that's self-indulgent vanity.
Vainglorious immaturity gifts mirror of futility
reflecting on majority's definition of in sanity.
Comfort in blind certainty smacks of shameless insincerity,
arrogant egocentricity masks fragile insecurity.
Concepts of futurity vain self-indulgence seem to be
until exposed, then with what glee men faults in others love to see!

What lies behind the Door once found the key?
What hides behind dark Door mere mortals flee,
few dare discover guilt edged key
and once behind the Veil, of 'me and thee',
what will remain, what worth felicity
which flashed upon the page of Destiny
one little lifetime, till eternity,
absorbs all constituting me and thee,
archive deleted from man's memory?

Though often with dexterity men mask profound perplexity
concerning the validity of tenets of their quiddity,
conclusions drawn are bound to be tied to their own mortality.
Applying ingenuity to matters of complexity
beyond the ken of most who flee from Time's relentless enmity
too often turns in circles, we abhor our core absurdity.

(14 October 1988)