From chasm crevasse to ledge atop
away from center where gravity is not
What source draws us as insect to light
where'er we go with all our might.

Speak not to me of absolutes
or of messiahs and prostitutes
of pitches that seem to wax and wane
when passing in space by our time frame.

For all is but life going in and out,in and out
in and out.

We are connected by time
that unbolted undrawn line
all events returning to their source in time
to overlap and sometimes rhyme.

To see all as opposites is not altogether blind
but if we faced into a mirror we could not see our own
behind.

Could it be we're to gradually see
the whole as it/we gradually evolve.
Not all events in one lifetime
for each of us could never know all.
Nor all lifetimes as one event
for all of us could never know now.

Desire to cling to something or one
is but our only vice
yet know that Nature does not lie
and God does not play dice.

(1985)