Must inklings of futility mirror immaturity? <br />Pandering to posterity maintains momentarily <br />conceptual fatuity that's self-indulgent vanity. <br />Vainglorious immaturity gifts mirror of futility <br />reflecting on majority's definition of in sanity. <br />Comfort in blind certainty smacks of shameless insincerity, <br />arrogant egocentricity masks fragile insecurity. <br />Concepts of futurity vain self-indulgence seem to be <br />until exposed, then with what glee men faults in others love to see! <br /> <br />What lies behind the Door once found the key? <br />What hides behind dark Door mere mortals flee, <br />few dare discover guilt edged key <br />and once behind the Veil, of 'me and thee', <br />what will remain, what worth felicity <br />which flashed upon the page of Destiny <br />one little lifetime, till eternity, <br />absorbs all constituting me and thee, <br />archive deleted from man's memory? <br /> <br />Though often with dexterity men mask profound perplexity <br />concerning the validity of tenets of their quiddity, <br />conclusions drawn are bound to be tied to their own mortality. <br />Applying ingenuity to matters of complexity <br />beyond the ken of most who flee from Time's relentless enmity <br />too often turns in circles, we abhor our core absurdity. <br /> <br />(14 October 1988)<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hither-hurried-whence/
