When all is said at what is done, how the sum is tabulated
Whereupon our mechanism manufactures vital jism
Promoting consequence of enduring ism that duels nows
To murder them onto the kitchen middens of history and philosophy
Remains a mystery.
Decisions’ thunderbolts confront the blunt necessities of survival.
The ifs and hows flow constantly in rushing streams of possibilities
That thrash and smash with no concern of meteoric trajectory
Or whether Hiroshima might descend into atomic night
Or when or why Rome might burn. Each turn of the second hand
Lays out that Godlike demand where suns vanish into the unknowable
And galaxies bloom from dust while frogs and honeybees succumb to disease.
The ingenuities of chaos copulates in chronological delight wherein we molecules
Surrender to the gratuities of fate, to the amusing dance of fools whose wisdoms
Fluctuate on mental digestive gases which masquerades as ideology.
There is small recompense to percolate patterns of sense out of the fields of perpetuity
That bow and submit to the undecipherable.
Every end becomes a new beginning to seam the seems of fluctuating dreams
Where witnessing must become sufficient in our dewdrop of existence.