vain
i lie helpless, while the machine of winding wind
sullen sky, surging swirling surf
produces cosmic's energy work,
unchecked, inevitably unharnessed
nature's ceaseless moves, heartless machine
perpetually it does its assigned work, yes, it does,
this splendid, beautiful beast, cannot be still
this machine reflects its creator spirit, alpha omega
indefinable, ethereal, purest pure holy word of life eternal
perpetual was, always will, always is, will be, eternity
most high, highest high
she has no limits, within her infinite sphere,
this nature machine; she moves, she builds, breaks and mends
and cycle repeat, perpetual motion machine
has no mind of her own, personified anthropomorphic
like a mother ship with bare breasted prow
chrome emblem in a 50's auto, man built machines,
worshiped adored no less, science mother,
out of caves into marvelous fire freed of stick and stone
borne of man's enlightenment of Godly Renaissance Divine
she rules the earth mechanical, obeisance led governed
"God does not play dice with the universe,"
paraphrased, einstein one time said
in her orbit's dance in frigid space revolving axis swirls
her energy life sustains, gloriously unstatic,
invisibly led by his unseen hand,
she hangs with no observable suspension
mathematical laws by axioms set in glory
no mind can fully fathom, yet praise will times suffice
rocks vibrations, all life quasars sing, little fools mock
even einstein struggled and yielded mind in low humility
to light years' intelligence span of worth
bridging vast gulf between man's knowledge
and cosmic's visible/invisible phenomenon
of nature machines' marvels reflected by her creator's handiwork
i, feeling feeble empty, ponder, living speck of quantum matter
like a dog cocks its head quizzical attribute assigned its canine behavior
so like us humans yet endowed with vast more capacity capable
to understand, yet so much waste upon contentment's urge
to simply plod along the course live die cycle repeat
meaningless sounds of nature purposeless, dull and kill my senses
to eternal end, vain moves of man surround my sense of sight
the touch of empty age advances lonely entropy
it tastes of blank, then moves to hum of vacuum's void
to where and why and how, no questions' end
is that all there is?
patsy cline's sweet voiced asked decades ago
void down low below your sorry navel
can you reach it off your stepping stool?
O wretched small minded atrophied man,
your boast enthroned within
mounted on your paper wall's power receptacle
sustained within your carpeted halls, dimly its feeble lights
on your form and face,
you'll kick and scream when nature is unleashed
by a trumpet's call
how does he who shouts at her complexity dare curse
and yet laugh and smile with face in food and drink
and creature comfort bubble comforts, fist defiant clenched
cash vault sleeps upon his chest;
it crushes on his shriveled naked self
fat encased entombed endowed, his golden cow,
covered in excrement of rust and webs of dust and dirt
face masked of hollow blackness void
flames leap high surround, loudly roar
suck such one in disavows, earthly vice and spoiled forsaken vows
a flicker flash, green grass to brown in instant vaporized
reach out and grasp the hand that helps before too late
oh narrow mind cocooned in spite,
nose held, of no avail, it bleeds
will it help to whine and whelp?
can you stop the force of nature?
in the end, kick and scream on departure's gate
to cross the fiery threshold
O awake! but then again,
who can without his intervention