The ultimate good (a poem)

Wonders of the wood cut

slashed like Wall Street sales
gone over the edge
with multiverses of logic
structured with every possible example

  Of those that do and those that don't
attack others with a variety of druthers
crumbling mountains
casting them into the sea
with talus slopes

  Eternity shapes time
movements with space
lights with deoptimalized plots
running over narrow rails
the weight, it's trained

  So nothing remains of spring
flowers casting shadows on wind
lawns cut and memories of rhymes before
with the perfection of science
romanticism and emotion died down

Being and nothingness present
choices of mass and energy configurations
with spirit flowing contingency about
like self-aware nomenclature
waiting on the ultimate good.