Sounding Seams

Music of the Spheres

Hardly the song of sirens,

this heaving of the heavens.
What, with all that spinning and burning,

and the ice-cold threat of meteor collision ever looming.
Rather I'd wager,

A Grand Celestial Din.
And I imagine

the low, ominous rumble

of planets slowly turning,
occasional explosions,

dark matter hotly fizzing,
and the incandescent hissing

of a brand new sun.

The Great Sea of Unknown

Who knows where we come from

or where we're bound to go.

Fixed in time our flesh and bone,

round the Earth in circles go.

Every inhalation is a leap of faith.

Every exhalation is a breaking wave

upon the Great Sea of Unknown

And should the mystery weigh

heavily upon your breast.

Let it be a sounding bell,

summoning your greatest force:

a fierce love, a burning

no dark doubt could dispel;

a will forged in living and tempered in death,

and plunged to cool into

the Great Sea of Unknown

All our sacred fables spin

a woolen chaos into thread.

And weave from it a sturdy chord

to bind the living to the dead.

The end of all we fathom

we anchor in our palms.

The other end, untethered,

ripples in the storms that rage

upon the Great Sea of Unknown

A Restless Wanderer of the Earth

Anew, albeit all alone, alas

and all I ask is to walk and walk afresh,

aimless and adrift;

a restless wanderer of the Earth

For I am done with polishing the cup
these wretched fingers clutched and rubbed

till they were crooked and numb,

and how the gaudy relic shone

and blinded out my eyes and all

the while I never asked what for

nor knew what lay within, nor

why I clung to such a useless thing

Aflank aflank alluvial aflow,

and all I want to do is follow

this soft, snaking path;

to float with arms outstretched -

weightless, fallible and soft;

a restless wanderer of the Earth

From a Galaxy of Dust we were Unspun

We looked back through space

from a distant star.

We made a telescope of time

and searched the surface of the Earth

For souls birthing words.

There was an alchemy of sorts

when from this galaxy of dust we were unspun,

and brave forms fused

and slithered from the ocean.

Their senses making sense of

light and sound, of whispering

air upon their skin, and of the

round abundant world abounding

all around the round abundant world

abounding all around them.

Their hearts!

Their brimming hearts,

uncontained and thick,

bubbling nebulous with vital flux;

huge and jubilant they pump and

strive with every beat to

join all things that love the sun,

for all hearts know to beat

and beat that we might know

how all things beating

beat as one.

Even so we sought a form in swirling mist

and from that then, another form was spun:

like so all things were severed

from each other, one by one,

and from the blooming chaos

came the pinprick of a word -

booming from the cavern of our lungs,

through our trembling chords,

our humming bones and buzzing skulls.

Filtering with lips and teeth and tongue

we grunt and sigh and wail and shriek -

mimicking an endless, elemental

earthly creaking.

Vainly so we tame the restless universe within;

the feeling drone - resonating infinite since we began;

pouring forth across the span of time,

and rippling, rippling, rippling

through the ether

at innumerable frequencies.

So take these words, these utterings,

these eon-yawning echoes.

Sound back at them their namelessness

before the word possessed them.