Human Poem by Daniel Y.

Struggling tug-of-war - - - - - - - - - a bag full of God

What is it,
what is it?
This burning desire,
this
This absurd dilemma.
Insolubilia.

Collosus.
my condition.

leaves people in a state of indecision.
Where did I leave my paradox gun?
Perhaps it misfired, and now I'm gone?
Perhaps I'll never find it again!

To be or not to be?
Losing all day at russian roulette.
eyes in the back of my head
(cursed hindsight)
so I can always shed tears

the moment we are born, we are given a death-sentence
Appealing repetitively for God's grace.
fighting for another breath
jabbing desperately at the voices in the dark.

emotions from Everest to the Valley
Have we yet found what we set out for?
Via negativa