Existence observed, without passion, the brief time of humans,
their toys, flesh, laughter, tears becoming ghosts in the river
of Now. Infinity amused at the raw, shared subconscious,
noticed in a leap of regret, the sweet brine of star dust in each
being, conceived in a shell of flesh, irritant made into treasure.
Each new likeness broken into pieces, ground into dust by the
hunger to dissect, separate, burn away uniqueness,
even when wired for peace, fighting hard for pain.
Instead of contemplating the beach on the shore
of the Universe, shiny, unneeded things were invented,
dirty, greedy thoughts washed in the air, water, food,
the blood of the unborn. For those who lived with open
souls, there was the comfort of hope, tenderness, sweet-wet
songs whispered in their last breath. A day in their life of
All Time hinted at the infinite connective tissue of cellular
entanglement…while others were too busy breaking things.
Bound by wounds and love, the tapestry became fraught with
strange inter-dimensional knots, and eventually undone. Out
past Valles Marineris, the Grand Canyon of Mars, beyond
ring galaxies within ring galaxies, approaching the blurred
edges, the unfathomable gives birth again and again in a swirl
of 4Ever-ness. Near the end of greatness, inevitable life wakes
to be observed, by the Unobservable, prepared, as always,
to resist compression by the particle horizon, where
Change delights in uncertainty, in its transrational OmniVerse.
