Waves of Humanity Form in an Indifferent Universe

Great strings of moments

first born whole, born linked,
then by time's wind scattered.

Great strings of moments born
of joy and pain.

Great strings of moments -

of life - of love -

of promises silent and spoken
born wet into an eternal,

salty tear drop rain,

to be blown and broken

in the hurricane

of time.


Vows and curses

dragged and battered

Joys and rages

torn and tattered.
Meaning - purpose

hope and fear

hurled and shattered

across the years

across the glistening,

blood and tear soaked

cobblestones of experience.


And all of these, but strings of moments

destined to form again,
ancient substance

born yet again as new

both in matter and in meaning.

Slipping yet again

From the safety

of a warm dark womb

into the flashing relentless jaws 

of irrelevance,
the jaws that grind eternally

the jaws that grind benignly

grind matter and meaning,

old and new

into the cosmic paste

that feeds

expanding time and space.


Gales of time and tear drop rain

hammer with indifference

against the frail human face
of the frail human race.

Each new wave of beings it seems

must rise with childlike grace

must rise in virgin innocence,

must rise and take it's place.

Yes each new wave of beings

charged with purpose

and with meaning

must take it's form in space,

as the morning flower of an evening rain

must turn it's tender, un-scarred face

forever and forever,

and forever once again,

toward the absolute indifference

of infinite time and space.