Dangling in the mists
A spider in the earliest hint of dawn.
My mind roams
Lost in a thousand homes,
Amnesiac messenger still trying to warn.
When, like a brainless toad in the swamp of God’s mind,
The Universe bellies up its throat to emit a cacophony of galaxies,
Who can be sad to know that the raucous noisemaker is merely mortalAnd that one day peace undisturbed will return to the swamp of God’s mind?