Death – what is it again?
Is it a retreat from a conscious coherence into an unconscious incoherence? If so, will death, even as the finest
Is it a retreat from a conscious coherence into an unconscious incoherence? If so, will death, even as the finest
Is it a song sang as a quivering question to summon answers from scared spirits? Listen carefully: feel the frightened
Of mute drums and snarling sheep Of thunder in tummies and cowing ears Of coiled thoughts and happy fists Of
How it is that, in the quantum tango we call life, Mercy can tackle and mock Cruelty’s efforts to entangle,
What do I remember? Slippery certainty, and the solidity of a suckle on a teat; a slap to snap my
What makes me wonder? My grandmother, Africa a fleeting fragment of faith in a memory in full flight; a summoning
What makes me wonder? How, in peering deep into Deep Time, we tiptoe on the wings of escaped light, into
What makes me wonder? How we are all doomed by the freedom of imprisonment: Tightly tethered on a lonely blue
What makes me wonder? The Mountains – all dressed up with nowhere to go. Their smooth velvet shoulders and curved
What makes me wonder? ‘Tele, do you sometimes fear the future? ‘Dad, I don’t fear the future; the future should
Contemplating the universe.