The Myth Of Meaning Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

We are reverberating in the atmosphere,
The non-acoustic DNA-song of our ancestors: —
We perpetuate the Myth of Meaning!
We consecrate the flesh and bone;
We fall in love with the abnegation
When we fall in love: in effervescent blood,
With ecstatic eyes, in euphoric dreams;
We tremble for Eternity in Ephemerality: —
We are starving for Life, and we eat it
Like daft gourmands—never saturating themselves!
We are human beings, distinguished from the beasts;
We live to believe we know what Life is:
O, but how little we know!
Nature! —Nature dissipates your worries:
It reduces you to itself—to yourself!
This animal Earth's gravitation drags you,
And slowly, prepares you for your grave!
But your obstinate spirit soars—soars
Into delusions! —perspires in this illusion of reality
Which beautifies the living; it hopes to create
Out of the grave: —it is obsessed with itself!
It seeks eternal survival out of dust:
Dust unto dust—that is all that is!
Rock and Water—that is all! —There is no panacea!
There is no other Planet for humans: —Save it!
Life, —a constant incompleteness,
A terrible desperation, an incommensurable sadness:
An insupportable truth—the truth of Humanity!