The Meaning Of Life Poem by DM W

We are not here:
To merely pursue the feral fires of desire;
To consume the darkness via animal appetites.

We are not here:
To follow well worn formulas; to bleat like lambs;
To mouth sentimental lullabies to plastic angels.

We are not here:
To create novel kingdoms or to resurrect
The symbolic traces of ancient ceremonies.

We are not here:
To bless the scattered bones of the carcass
Or to stare too deeply into the hollow idol's eyes.

We are not here:
To invent a junk culture of distractions;
To escape the Void via myriad flights of fancy.

We are not here:
To strengthen the fangs of the serpent,
Or to sharpen the weapons of metal tigers.

We are not here:
To raise the tattered flags of our forbearers;
To filter out all of the disagreeable colours

We are not here:
To clad our innermost fears
With inelegant uniforms that do not fit us.

Rather we are here:
To fulfil the sovereign needs of heart & soul;
To rein in our wanderings & nobly refine our primal consciousness.