Irrational Stasis

The covenant of men:
see as, say nothing.

Then here we are,
the fruitless multipliers of
the irrational stasis.
Wedded once and forever 
to each other and the
notions of our weaker selves.

Who called for prostration amongst these glorious beasts?
Who but ourselves could form the will to surrender?

the call to reason

If you seek relief in the transient balm of your age,
you will note the whimsical fury of the present
and the thorough disregard of your effort.

Contrast, then, the stark and fleeting
with the perpetual ease of
the will to forge a new meaning in your time,
in your space;
meaning that will envelope the I in an inimitable way.

The goal of any person: the call to reason.