Sunday, July 15, 2007


In the darkness I consider the universe
Upon this trestleboard
What finger reached out to ignite
That spark of life's beginning
Cultures of trees that grow
Tulips that lean towards the sun
How many cries from those born
From when this first begun
Who determined the heterodox
By which we chose our fate
Imbibed with souls like newborn foals
Both small as well as great
Within the many paradoxes
From creation in it's youth
Contained knowledge in frontal lobes
Surpassing all other truth
In the expiration of everything
Still the energy remains
Nothing created escapes existence
For we are in likeness to sand grains
Upon beaches;
In the flow of the universe
Creation is forever

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