Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Nature at Sunset in Zion

Nothing much. Dead. Or the source
Of death, as you wish. Object
Of scrutiny, scrutinize
Thyself. The world will not end
Because the world ends. Humans
Will not cease to be humans
Because humans command them.

On the contrary. We mean
Nothing, except insofar
As we invented meaning.
The rocks slip out of the light.
They have so much to explain
And no one to explain them
Except us, meaning's morons.

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