Archive for February, 1984


Wednesday, February 1st, 1984

         Why do we struggle so...
           we who are just indefinite moments
              of indistinct clarity.

          Small perceptions astride eternal purpose
           fragments of evolution's imagination
              minor reflections in the ocean of her.
         Unable to stop her birth pangs
           we live as froth from her caldron's brew
              and live and die...beneath her swell.

         We who have only to create ourselves
           and our progeny here
              where the sun's excess showers us.

         Here, close to the flame
           where entropy run reversed
              here...we search for our name.

                                       01 feb 84

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