An Existentialist Asks---What Is Life

What is life? Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies Occurring in obscure dimensionless time Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem To exist beyond mind and to all in between. Lingering as lore to an all distant past There is no redo, there is no redraft. The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed. In limited struggle, the moments unspent Become the result of a living lament. In what and wherefore and why and with whom we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see inclusive to all, this existential decree. From naught made of all and conceived in a star, we landed on earth, neither near nor afar For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear, These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear We stand in the way of unknowing surmise And find the world is still much a surprise. A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity For answers not known play havoc to vanity. To end these remarks with a questionable phrase all becomes known in 'one of these days.' SYNOPSIS From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence. Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle. CAK 8-18-2013