The fault of birth
in the crust of decay
lingers longer than a life span,
searing the face of Age,
shredding mortal considerations;
the proof in every generation.

as time again
and time again
creation's account is taken
from naive life surprised
by the sudden shadow at noon,
by the hunter's sight,
the prey's bloody exhaust,
the predator’s collapse to Earth,
by the scavenger’s hidden fate.

Gathering in the mandella
the crowd of common desires
press the round walls
inside and out,
the whole surrendering symmetry
to the primordial pressures of existence
forming embryonic convolutions
in the swelling medium of time.

Through the lush surface of Life's skin
the weight of Gravity's character
bores a cold well pierced
to the destination of the wind.

Left and Right hand grasp
a difference slight and unseen
to build a common structure
in Matter’s generosity.

In the center of the Cell
a wonderful dance anonymous
swirls in a seminal sea
boiling with potentials.

A million silent cyclones
drain the spinning hemispheres
toward pyramids lost in time
ignoring up and down.

Through the aperture of circumstance
pour the lucky ones;
over the dikes of averages
cascade the tide of fortunes.

The unborn await their terms
within a timeless eternity,
and view a still portal
opening in a calm ocean.

Swimming angels in a sea of chance:
a cloud of bright mist exhaled
from the jealous cavity of night:
Sounds of whale songs.

Then the shearing of the surface;
a fatal break that destroys return
and creates death and life.
a flash of alien light

In the light of knowledge
the eyes narrow in the glare
of expanding consciousness.

The eternal day of compassion
wearies human vision,
creating devices of cycles timed
by the rhythm of coincidences
to the beating of every heart.

So with the fall of an apple,
the outline of self is drawn
through the grid of death;
and orbits invade still minds
stirring cherished concepts
to collapse under genius.

A gentle hand offering immortality,
divides the unknown with simple need,
pries time from space,
yearnings from necessity,
condensing purpose from instinct,
concealing any return route
with schemes of impossible reunion.

The sudden shadow passes over
hidden deposits of depravity
and the secrets of horror
in minds turned black
by angers unfathomable
to souls of love.

The tortures continue
across an orgasmic globe;
impermanence persisting,
as the night approaches
to seduce a new day
with the dreams withdrawn
from creation's account.