Does the universe conspire
against or with
a man's desires?
Or at all?
Is Purpose explanation
or justification?
See what you will see,
but a man once told me
reason exists in seasons:
only as present
as necessitated.
He walked, languidly, with a cane,
amidst fast-orbiting planets,
watching Destiny
derive shape from Madness,
day after day.
And in summation, came to say,
"All things can be
cosmically explained
to origination,
but that only proves the existence
of vivid imaginations."
"We never truly advance.
Just suspend our disbelief
that meaning is chance
wrapped in convenience."
"Stumbles costumed
as an offbeat dance."
This poem is excellent, and
This poem is excellent, and the last three stanzas, as they conclude it, are brilliant!!!
Starward