The Aftermath of Being

We begin in the dark
groping for luminosity.
Perpetually longing to revert,
eyes squinting at a radiance
that cannot be seen.

Urging the unknowable
to ascend
to defy the edict
of the secret core
of ourselves.

Many
few
or one

it matters not
since as matter
we are subatomic
equals.

Slippery concepts
engulf and bend us
to word and deed.

We are
fields of pure energy
and the will
is master
of all.


© 2000 Melissa Songer