mass is in a forever free-fall
to a cohesion of occupied nothingness.
as the status of the unknown undulates along.
all we sense is the expletives of order,
respectfully cursing our wisdom alive.
at best, we build a better bleacher seat
to travel in the same concessionary way.
food for thought is all we get.
season tickets last a lifetime.
science works the aisles for interest and sales.
we field oppositions and then play favorites.
maybe this is all just a train of thought
and we, innocently, are just along for the ride . . .