The Throwness Existence... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are no compromises
no talks about survival kits
in this
we are into this 'throwness'
and we simply evade what is important to our lives
we never discuss what tomorrow will be

when we meet we only inform ourselves
that tomorrow each
will be in another place

places that have no junctions
not parallel
universes that go extinct because we simply do not allow it
to move and be free

well this is it, we never understand how we come here anyway
where we are going
and what we are really meant to be

you clean the garden and then leave the plants on their own
whether they wither
that is for the next occupant to do

we come
we go
we do not come back

in essence, what for?