Finitude

Except for the little mindless fish
Propelled in viscous streams,
Entire world as it perches on promises
Minute trivia, rolling from bedside to bedside
Avoids kinks of friction.
Mindless hydrant of desolate subways
Where thoughts trace the unheard
Imprisoned in the misnomers
While above, the conspiracy leaps another
Certainty of not knowing.
Solitary journeyman gazes lipped travails
Luminous to the few earthly
While in denial to the transcendence
But, when the end lusts for mellow mornings
Light punctures the dark
Rolling its tongue over inadequacies.