In the early days of the theatre,
the falling rains of fire,
the flowing rivers of the magical elements,
the shooting stars, the blazing asteroids,
the retreating galaxies,
the trials & errors,
and the mute consciousness
reflecting from the universe,
spun wizardry
with the specks of dust
and the grains of time.
The planet
experienced
something profound
in its depths:
a flutter
it couldn’t comprehend,
blinking like a will o' the wisp
or a flashing light Morse from a ship.
something profound
in its depths:
a flutter
it couldn’t comprehend,
blinking like a will o' the wisp
or a flashing light Morse from a ship.
After billions of years,
the magic happened again
on a larger stage,
when consciousness
married itself
into the complexity of life:
the whispers, the murmurs,
the hums, the chirps,
the wails, the bellows,
the scuttles, the plods,
and finally, the peering gazes,
and the tireless marches
that took over the planet,
or so they thought!
still can’t comprehend the purpose
and the grand scheme of things.
As it spins around itself,
it reflects on the starry canvas,
the morose moon,
the bat-infested caves,
the doped hookers around street corners,
kept promises, broken promises,
the pointlessness of it all,
and its own midlife crisis.
and the grand scheme of things.
As it spins around itself,
it reflects on the starry canvas,
the morose moon,
the bat-infested caves,
the doped hookers around street corners,
kept promises, broken promises,
the pointlessness of it all,
and its own midlife crisis.
