Race toward the Western rim and the sun will rise again ;
Faster : gravity and day will fall behind the raw night
Comprised of billions of bygone days darkened by distance—
Circadian clocks tick to the calculus of motion .
The earth with debonair tilt waltzes the changeable moon,
Unsettled in unbalance from an impingent outset ;
Day & night, and the wheel of the seasons offer context .
The grand, seeming quietness of galaxies swirl in space–
Time, the fabric unfurled quicker and quicker by darkness
From a quantum source of infinite turmoil, uncertain .
Meaning exists in eddies at the edges of chaos
Where sentience manages to emerge from the looking–glass
Particles, a floodplain stasis after a white–water
Onslaught from a furious spring into cosmic offshoots . Version : Kōshū inume–tōge [ circa 1830–32 ] Hokusai
Zillions of minions smelling of garlic and onions
Strongly stood in charge of wrongly directed barges,
Boxcar railers, and semi-tractor trailers : commerce
Dispersed with slippery trickery underfoot, cursed
At every venture, all workers indentured, journeys
Of sorrow for all foreseeable morrows yet to come ;
The blue-green Earth of hadean birth, small and fallen
To swarms of mechanized machinators intent
On iron-fisted massacres of left-listed heart-
Bleeders . One zero-to-infinity hero beyond
The most probable ego-stopping seeds sown within
By the brutal blows peeping into her steel-trap soul ;
Until those eyes are blinded by a lioness–minded
Girl who infiltrates the ingrates waiting insouciant
For the holdout nuisance to totalitarian
Trumpets sounding a fanfare forever . For a counter
Movement grows exponential even before the snow
Of ash settles from an apoplectic pyrotechnic
Hub crumpling wrought by the mettle of a martyr—
A revolution starter—gone but strong in the new order .
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 