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.
gallagher
01 feb 84
Irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —