Dissolution
Spring 2007
Every joy is seed of sorrow
Every passion pain
Everyday becomes tomorrow
Being self again
Living life as matter brings us
To a cross of chance or fate
No true feeling here in chaos
Helps a life lived pure or late
Still we live
In silence whisper
Moved we die
In tumult hush
Should will come to resolution
Every thing is nothing much
Bring today to its conclusion
Bring tomorrow come what may
Give perspective to the living
Let the dead live yesterday
Yet such empty motions hold us
Pluck from sorrow’s tree such fruit
Take a cup as daylit chorus
Speaks a will more resolute
Minor edit on 11/15/2025 to remove a full-stop from a poem which is not supposed to be punctuated