By Thomas Taragni
God is dead and the world became adult.
The bells played the requiem
and a liar is the one who says not to have shivered
while the sound went out
through the early mist, in the morning.
But already God was funeral of veneration
since its properly human catch the dyophysis
with all that is life and, just like him, contains it.
Is properly human revere the universality of the existing,
slide her over the body
like streams of virgin rain.
And what are we if not water and air and
bark and faded colored leaves?
Today we worship indifference and the pace that comes from it
while we wither under the sun of Ego.
We killed God to steal his throne
and wear its crown.
We abandoned the veneration of life
to create a God doomed to fall.
But the only way to escape to the eternity of meat and dust’s
return is, and always will be
to live.
Thomas Taragni is an Italian philosophy student but, most of all, an insatiable learner. He writes to heal and understand, record the universality of the many faces of human sorrow, and the little and enchanting hope that hides beneath them. For more works, visit his personal profile on Instagram @tho_m95
