The tubes and sticks and stretchy bits
That fix my entity into this realm
May not justify existence to eternity
But never the less nor more
Whatever else may be in store
To sweep through all the ticks and tocks
That pour from clicking clocks can approximate
The actions of a life of satisfaction.
That bees may sneeze, that birds in trees
May chirp degrees of elemental melodies
Can only add to things that please
Like mozzarella pizza cheese
Or poetry’s simplicities and magic keys
To tidy bits of thought that fits to memory’s complexities.
To wonder over thunder can blunder to confusion,
Can elucidate the dizzy state of perceptual illusion.
For lightning’s stroke may evoke an electrical condition
That sends one head over heels tumbling to perdition.
But none of this strange hit or miss can kiss or totally demolish
A life’s demise or pleasant surprise to distinguish shit from shoe polish.
At end to spend examination over daily dumb damnation
Of hope’s scope to barely cope for some neat explanation
Of who and where and what should care within our speck of time.
Our senseless gropes just flail and fail to attain the ultimate sublime.