Can our futures be forgotten?
It seems impossible for us to breathe,
Our corpses are covered in jewels
from strands of daylight that we weave
Ideas of satisfaction and dread
Time is eating its own tail,
Involuntary memories of the future;
Pre-emptive deja-vus assail
Art takes our breath away
to trick the universe with meaning
Painting pictures of our words
absurd enterprise, intervening
Every path becomes a detour,
not trusting even the simplest thoughts;
Flattered by the frivolous
from fragments of a few reports
No solitude is enough for us
– We cannot be hidden from God
Death found us as children
and unwilling to spare the rod
Inspired by what I could read in this article by Philip Traylen where he translates Cioran.
Shared with dVerse – magical realism
11th Dec 2025 – Shared with What’s Going On – lonely
Feedback wanted on this SUNO AI version – is it any good, does it make the words more interesting or take away from them?


This part is my favorite: Every path becomes a detour. And that time is eating its own tail.
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Thanks for reading Grace 🙏
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Splendid~
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Thanks Jennifer 🙏
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Love the flow of this.
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Thanks Nicole 🙏
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Great poem! I love the alliteration!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette 🙏
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Very nicely done, with great opening lines to take us in..
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Thanks Ain 🙏
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An amazing, beautiful read, each stanza chock-full of thoughts deeply pondered.
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Thanks Dora. 🙏 I think I must defer to the linked text that I then pondered and felt inspired to write.
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wow beautiful I love “Our corpses are covered in jewels
from strands of daylight that we weave”
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Thanks Marja 🙏
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“Our corpses are covered in jewels
from strands of daylight that we weave”
Such an interesting fusion of past, present and future, life and death . . . with arts that “trick the universe with meaning.” Going with the theme “lonely,” the vision is solitary. Love the images, the progression, and the sound of this poem.
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Thanks Susan 🙏
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I love “Art takes our breath away to trick the universe with meaning.”
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Thanks Sherry 🙏
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I definitely feel the aloneness in your poem. Beautifully reflective!
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Thank you Mary 🙏
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“Every path becomes a detour,
not trusting even the simplest thoughts;”…A very difficult space to be in.
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I haven’t delved much into Cioran’s writing but by all accounts he wasn’t a happy man.
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What a though provoking and powerful ending – I love the flow as well – a little like a hymn/prayer perhaps? Jae
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Thanks Jae 🙏
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I love that first line.
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Thanks Sara – the idea is taken directly from the inspirational article.
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