Sustenance.

With suffocating predicaments strengthening the wish to sunless slumber,

The mere thought knows it is preposterous – yet glistens the weary eyes.

For the purpose feels stripped off and due nature being questioned,

The rational mind rages with endless havoc.

Will ends meet with eternal corroboration,

Or will this mortal existence stultify and wither in process.

Letter from the Replaced.

Our dynamic reality dwells on one pivotal principle,

That one primary thumb rule every conjuncture revolves around.

Neither simmered by the night or glimmered by the light,

The truthfulness to which it exists – can be both awful and awed.

With each nerve-racking moment of being in the brink as stopgap,

The ruthless mercy of this static actuality shuffle off the mortal coil.

And by the time all of this is even comprehended,

Tumult insecure existences never cease from beginning again.