Legerdemain

Sometimes I feel like believing in God.

Sometimes it dawns upon me
That it would have been better
If I could believe that
The universe is planning and conspiring
Everything with me in mind.

Sometimes I feel the urge to be grateful
To have this gift of being here
In this very moment
Under this very sky
To have the last glimpse of this ethereal glory.

I wish I could forget
I am but an ephemeron
A wink in the breadth of eternity
A fortuitous fruit of an abysmal randomness.

I am here at last
Before they devour you, my mother
Just to witness the sigh about to befall
And the dark night consume the last shimmer;

I am here at last
The final beholder of doom
To hold my breath on the precipice of the end.

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