Is it a retreat from a conscious coherence into an unconscious incoherence? If so, will death, even as the finest ash, not slip into the
Is it a song sang as a quivering question to summon answers from scared spirits? Listen carefully: feel the frightened instruments; taste the tremble of
Of mute drums and snarling sheep Of thunder in tummies and cowing ears Of coiled thoughts and happy fists Of tumbling eagles and sleepless tunes
How it is that, in the quantum tango we call life, Mercy can tackle and mock Cruelty’s efforts to entangle, breaking its icy, clawing hands
Deep or shallow, it is your choice. Deep, shallow, deep, shallow, it matters to none but you. Consider your Mind and go fishing for Time:
Formed from the clash of stars … Born in a furnace hotter than the hottest… Forged in and out of a crucible of intense violence
Chaos – shapeless, irregular uncertainty Behold, it struts, prances, and pirouettes It grabs pain and together they twirl and whirl into a future fierce tornado
We blink Into existence And unblink Out of existence We did not exist – for an eternity Then we exist– briefly We shall not exist
Contemplating the universe.
