Tribulations

Can't kill it,
Smoldering ruins left in its wake.
There is substance still,
This spirit never dies.

Stardust, molecules forming,
Dissolving, reforming,
into eternal oneness,
Forever changing; forever staid.

I'd laugh if I could,
I'd cry and scream.
I'd shake the very foundations,
of a world besotted.

There is no hope,
but only in hope lies salvation.
The dichotomy of truth,
petty plagues that give life to the NEW.

and...

Finally...

forsakes the OLD.