Member Poem

All that we are, all that we have
Cannot amount to more than vanity

For our musings and queries and pondering

Our toil our labour our lot

Cannot cause the planets to fall out of order

Or cause the fires of heaven twinkling in the night sky

To lose a single candela

The celestial bodies move as cogs in their heavenly port

And the stars go on their marked path

We exist as a byproduct of the universal machine

Unintended and inconsequential, awaiting our end

In futulity we struggle against the current

The tide that sends all existence into the drain of vanity

With each breath-ladened stroke, we hope to stay beyond the drain.

Why?