Between the void and everything

 

Existence is a game

of "pick your poison":

the hollow ache of the vacant

or the heavy weight of the vast.

We are spooked

by the shadows of the "not yet"

and strangled

by the surplus of the "always was."

It seems we are destined

to be either lonely in the desert

or crushed in the crowd.

The soul is a restless tenant,

terrified of the empty room

but allergic to the furniture.

We shiver at the thought

of a universe that offers no answers,

yet we feel the walls

closing in the moment

a "Final Truth" is uttered.

To be human

is to be caught in the cosmic squeeze, 

haunted by the Zero,

but flattened by the One.

Pick a side,

but don't expect to breathe easy.

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