Consciousness Dares to Ask

Being in a universe,
a speck of dust,
a fleeting spark
against the endless dark—

yet consciousness
dares to demand:
Why?
Why is it here?

The Curves They Remember

I trace the soft contours of your memory—
with my trembling fingers—
knowing they will catch on edges,
be cut,
and bleed—again—

and yet—
they yearn to feel the curves
they once traced before.

Do Not Ask for Meaning

Do not ask the stars for meaning—
nor barter with gods to know
what purpose they had in mind
when they created, and then—
let us go.

Now—standing in this emptiness—
shape your meaning with your hands.
And when it all comes to an end—
let the wind carry what remains;
for there will be none left of this body
but a few sandy grains.

The Emptiness That Surrounds Us

In the end,
we do not solve the riddle
why an emptiness surrounds us—
we become it.