It’s a travesty of justice
This Mexican jumping bean
I mean it’s just a worm in a nut
that dies
Twirling whirling the moon, sun, solar system, galaxy, cosmos
always in motion
here I sit
And then to find meaning
Meaning in what?
For there to be meaning there must be an other and an other and an other
What a travesty of justice
Plato tells us the unexamined life is not worth living
Is anything worth anything?
Worth and meaning
finding value in one’s life
But a bird flys
an eagle soars
As John Ashcroft sings
and Horton hears a who
but who are you?
A remnant of a day gone past
Of a day heralding it’s arrival
Of a present stance in present tense
hallow what will be
With a clenched fist
and gritted teeth
frolic in the mist
of the wonder of our kind
So when the earth dies
and we are all gone
<aside> go ahead and be happy and smile
Listen I hear the gong
Beetles beetles everywhere
in old basements
up old stairs
Remnants of our prodigious flight
Left the world by candlelight!