mmmWHY BOTHER at all? it's the very unanswerability that hovers
like an evil star over the whole proceedings-- threatening to crush us ant flat
if one could know with distance-- in survival of one's demise-- it meant something
then there would be no tension-- but would this flow as effortlessly?
Old Stevens keeps chirping about in the branches-- falling in the raindrops:
Death is the Mother of Beauty...rushing down crick beds & snapping up worms
the pain is the beauty the beauty is in the pain-- & moreover the uncertainty
okay-- undeniably & powerfully the uncertainty-- there's rising realisation
after initial trials that one must choose one idiocy & stick--
because time's not enough-- born beneath the event horizon the funnel closes
about us & we're drawn into singularity to boil away into atoms into x-ray