Moments In Everything
What is this wide whole rounded darkness?
Massive forces churning down around gridlines,
Einsteins and seconds and higgs-bosuns, electrons,
The blood on the carpet and the taste of cherries.
Lungs are a maze of red threads and cords and tubes
And links and breaks and softly softly ins and outs.
What is this dawning parting eyelid opening?
Why does the light stay outside with the bottomless
Circles, the cavities so small and vast and limitless?
Like the morning time still lying inside the mind
With the curtains closed and a clock ticking steadily,
Suddenly the rays enter from their long journeys
Through time, through existence, and something
Internal briefly makes sense.