Then let them eat cake

Right now I cannot prose my way into or out of a paper bag. I console myself with other words.

Explosions in the Darkness

(130917 - Union Hill)

Now ever only always everything

that is never anything but stardust

frantic and gooey stardust

nervous and worried distillation of the heavens

Now driving and honking and cursing

Now eating and smoking and singing

Now making love in a bed

knit from corpses of stars

these orbiting and colliding bodies

all sinews and electricity

firing along channels of galaxies

to move this or that limb of a constellation's child

long since dead

in an elegant waltz

or a bar brawl

balls of burning and glow reduced

Now bipedal and homeostatic

Now laughing, Now dying

Now stepping through branches

of once bright halogen sky-fires

to stand in a field unsheltered

feet firmly on flecks of the sky

listening to the chorus of creatures

passed down also from above

Now looking up at the expanse

at the lights beyond lights

sensing the tug of distant relations

of unnamed brethren

who some odd ages ago

passed into the cold

of an eternal empty expanse.

Now feeling so very small

so very all alone

and not at all actualizing

the embodiment, the heritage

the unlikely existence of being

the living breathing offspring

of explosions in the darkness

-Jn