In the center of each animate soul Lies a great implicit void Churning timelessly against the boundary Of self and the external; A monstrous singularity Consuming need and meaning, Purpose, ideas, Swallowed and rendered back Into their smallest constituent parts, The little flecks of proto-energy states Discharged as raw materials Back out among the heat…

Watching shadows over time The delicate negatives of our being As my eyes narrow at the impending blow of time I see us Dancing Dancing in the sun Little footfalls in the hall The merging sound of our offspring Joyfully colliding Lovingly matches the pulse beat of my heart Cars and dinosaurs patrol the laminate…