Stone
Rules
A
bird was heard to say
toward
the end of a long day
when
asked the execrable question
of
why he rested
pausing
to stir fragments of a cracker with the small feat
scratching
for meaning
that
of the truth nothing could be known
not
shown to evident senses
through
the paradox of everything evolved
with
nothing of meaning ever solved
never
morality, not even of genes
nothing
has meaning, not even dreams
He
could confirm that
a
cat with an IQ of 390 said so
nothing
has meaning, not even a taste
don’t
fly away bird, let me sample thy taste
with
a wing flap and a last bite
flying
yonder a chirp sounded high
singing
of God’s infinite field
and
IQ as high as the sky
with
round space-times attracted to central standard time
branched
away near the top of a talus slope
crumbled
down
nothingness
fornever on the other side
backing
up somethingness now
multiplying
space with pieces of ate
shattering
events in symmetry breaking logic-packets
the
way the wind blows
cold
winter’s snow
over
waves of phenomenality
close
on the shorelines of rhyme
like
stone tools and stone rules
laws
of God are written on hearts and minds.
