Stream Poem by Erwin Maramat

Time is a stream indifferent to voyagers

caring for nothing

waiting for no one.

Exit the womb

into a multiverse of infinite confusion

of in-your-face meaninglessness.

Exit the womb

hear the drags of the day

tick your existence away.

To be loved is a blessing;

a semblance of animation

a blip in the vast ocean of the great unknown.

To eternity

we are anomalies

an illusion.

We only matter

to those hearts

like jars

hold us as sparks

in a fleeting moment

and like time

we tend to be indifferent

too.

Finite seconds squandered over dissatisfaction

over collections

of bags and sneakers

that serves as novelty

before they find their

rightful place in the

landfill.

Invincible in our youth

irrelevant when we age

born of star dust

and to dust returns.

We only matter

as a blip.

—E.D. Maramat/Erwinism