Before Us Is Nothing,
Neither Future nor Past
Before us is nothing, neither future nor
One's eager limbs can stretch only so far.
Nor can we become
too much more than we are:
Numinous, resplendent, unlikely to
In every moment we are all we can be,
Existence's essence can
be nothing less,
All rapidly burning towards nothingness,
shining on some starlit sea.
Do we know we are stars, seaweed,
For eons or seconds, exactly the same,
twists in the web of space-time?
All is. The same is. All is the
No cosmic cloud less a wonder than slime.
Kansas or Oz, Toto