The Scarlett Locket

Even with the existence of nothing,

creation found a myth to cling to.

And like sipped poison,

Our guts awaited its arrival.

Dissolved by the antidote-

An anticipation that can only be

tainted by

the natural sense of life,

The one that’s irrational in its continuous triumph

but sensational in spirit.

And then there’s us.

Endlessly swimming in the jewels of the universe,

going in circles,

always questioning its sense, 

never quite mastering the sensibility 

it takes to live.