Significant Insignificance

To live is to grieve, I heard myself say —

Under the willow tree that would never stop shaking

But today I am—

Breathing for life & purpose

I leave it unspoken on purpose

eyes crack into tears then a surplus

my track into death was a circus

leaving just to come back and unearth this—

potentially flawed and eventually fatal — birth, this

destiny predestined to set me free enough to leave me breathlessly checking the—

existentially dreadfully, fee for life, please set me free, away from what is

exponentially transcendency

homo-sapien-sapien sapientially, penalty

birth this sea

this circus fee

...

..eventually

no woe is me

I am tentatively

Letting be

The source of meaninglessness set me free

From a preconceived odyssey