Saturday, September 28, 2019

Nothing Is Ominous

Incandescent clouds
Resembling the truth
Set their shells in the mountains
When Xenophanes returned
To question Parmenides.

Do you not think What-Is-Not
Was the singular future
Event echoing backwards
To propagate our cosmos?

Because What-Is-Not can’t be,
As you sing, it breaks the calm
Of motionless everything,

One shattering wave,
God raising the storm to be.

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