is life not a strange dance we play
from the moment of our birth till they lower us in our grave
from nothing to pure nothing
rage about for the better part of a century
tasting, smelling, seeing, believing, speaking
succumbing finally to the pull of time & nature
back into the dust from whence rose your momentary fame
a soul to be reckoned with on this 3D plane
a person who walked down streets w/ no name
an identity just one among billions, to march in this parade
did I win the lottery somehow being manifested on this stage
seems a miracle itself, a fluke, a chance event, just one of gadzillions
that I might find myself here in this place & time, staring into a future that
will fade w/ my dying eyes
looking back upon all that is to be remembered
knowing full well all must join the ranks of the forgotten
one day when the supernova comes
or the asteroid bears down
and the dinosaurs die again a second death
& pluto may have the last laugh yet
in her outsider role.
musings on our predicament
this quaint, hairless, ugly, gorgeous ape-like creature man
& all of our self-importance
& all of our good-intentioned plans.
matters for what, who the hell knows
up against the vastness of the span
of a universal event, from glory to the pangs of
the big bang
just as they called in their witnesses
& the dinnerbell rang
I ran out into the street & shouted at the cosmos
& at the sky, & at the ku klux klan,
polygamists, and pseudo intellectualists
like so many cardboard men
you cannot prophesize nor punish
nor reveal what God has planned
so step down from that head trip
back away from that ancient parchment
& look, examine, the fine lines in your hand
its nobody's place to teach others what
they know from deep within
ancient shadows reveal simple truths
& there is no grander plan
than this, to exist & find in the moment here & now, the reason why
is right before your unbelieving eyes.
