Existence observed, without passion, the brief time of humans,

their toys, flesh, laughter, tears becoming ghosts in the river

of Now. Infinity amused at the raw, shared subconscious,

noticed in a leap of regret, the sweet brine of star dust in each

being, conceived in a shell of flesh, irritant made into treasure.

Each new likeness broken into pieces, ground into dust by the

hunger to dissect, separate, burn away uniqueness,

even when wired for peace, fighting hard for pain.

Instead of contemplating the beach on the shore

of the Universe, shiny, unneeded things were invented,

dirty, greedy thoughts washed in the air, water, food,

the blood of the unborn. For those who lived with open

souls, there was the comfort of hope, tenderness, sweet-wet

songs whispered in their last breath. A day in their life of

All Time hinted at the infinite connective tissue of cellular

entanglement…while others were too busy breaking things.

Bound by wounds and love, the tapestry became fraught with

strange inter-dimensional knots, and eventually undone. Out

past Valles Marineris, the Grand Canyon of Mars, beyond

ring galaxies within ring galaxies, approaching the blurred

edges, the unfathomable gives birth again and again in a swirl

of 4Ever-ness. Near the end of greatness, inevitable life wakes

to be observed, by the Unobservable, prepared, as always,

to resist compression by the particle horizon, where

Change delights in uncertainty, in its transrational OmniVerse.