I found a shooting starfish where the land meets sky and sea
Beneath the burning walls of Ilium at the dawn of history
And the enlightening in the East lit him and solicited a sigh,
“Please, leave me here to die
For I’ve no wish to live outside my place in time.”
Every answer breeds a question and another still besides
Like a runaway reaction sparked by neutrons who collide
And foster further reckless bodies bent more or less on love and lust and loss-
They know not the cost
But are bound to shoot and spin
Release their fervor on a whim
And do the very best they can with what they’ve got
To plunge the whole damn world into chaos
And in the seconds now before the light cascades
All the land is gripped by a sudden, fearful silence
Though unsure quite why or how it seems on any given day
That the sun might rise and shine a bit too brightly
Lovers cling to one another’s forms too tightly
A mortal take the threat of death too lightly
And in this moment when all of existence,
Are holding their collective breaths’ expense
I feel nothing but the weight of what
Drives this world yet of which I have no sense
The conductor grins as the world just spins
Twirls and pirouettes with great suspense
What the future holds no one knows
But it’s likely just one final change of tense
Oh, I…
Oh, I…
Oh! To be a wave rolling toward the shore
Whose only act is self-destruction; to advance with one great cry of war
And break upon the land, then slowly, softly, subtly slip away
So gently she’ll decay
All but forgotten in the ensuing wave’s display.