Journeys breathe purpose into our fleeting and vulnerably mortal existences:
Odysseus returning from his voyage, David from his humble quest. The rest of us? We ponder the
Unknown, mapping the variables in this fragile thing called life (what makes us human?).
Raven, raven, epitome of madness, harbinger of death. Riots in our heads, ghosts at every turn;
No-one can escape your chants; you infest us (clusters of matter with minds) while we are
Eternally traversing the realms of the universe, searching for truth in chaos while quietly
Yearning for something beautiful, ephemeral. Something long gone.