glistening 7/17/17

all right angles tend to a stressful existence

clouds are inclined to self-organize

to represent a greater truth then themselves

all of nature gives gravity a dignity of expression

we don’t really listen for big

we thrive on magnificent trite

we are pagans to the earth itself

we are the most prodigal species by far

but earth still unconditionally loves us

we’re still hostel and demeaning

until we get it right

well, not even forest for the trees

we think and believe they stand in silence

there is choir everywhere ongoing

but we want myopic lyrics to every song

earth keeps humming ‘entrainment’,

as circadian, biologic and psychic continuums

but we have ‘mathematics’ as our confessor

all ‘logic’ is imprisoned by the force of conclusions

‘happenstance’ sees observation as a snitch

‘now’ never breaths in the air of futility

‘forever’ for us, lives between a dateline and a deadline

we are a passing assemblage

yet we are pride of existence,

glistening, as we are now grains of sand,

asking the oceans all around, to tell us,

what mountains did we come from . . .