Counterpoint

Peel back the moving pretense
imposed on our minds by Time.
Reveal a new reality
where Entropy no longer rules
and Decay does not exist.

Old and young mean nothing.
Pain and hurt repealed.
Joy suffuses all humankind
in a rictus of rapture.
All we ever wanted
is ours for the taking.
We need not lift a finger.

Yet this paradise must pall
crash from unseen heights
into seething squalor.
Is that all there is?
How can we know bliss
without the counterpoint of misery?

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allets's picture

Fine Poem

Counerpoints rock! - allets -

 


 

 

Mandy23's picture

I enjoyed reading this piece.

I enjoyed reading this piece. A great choice in words! 

Coffeepot's picture

Paradise does pose quite a

Paradise does pose quite a quandary. xP