The Minds of Animals

I Could Live Forever...

If i had no urge to speak.
to watch and feel and move about my way

like a moon in orbit about a larger body
observng things in an innocuous manner
like a rock above water, unmoving, inanimate
sometimes wet, sometimes dry
always there.

a sun with energy and brightness
having a feeling of being circles
feeling warm, so alive with notions
and yet, dead in such a positve way
a few million years and then nothing

changing form

having dispersed for so long
finding new rest
something that has become aware of the eternal silence of non-animation

life and non-life which gives birth to life
which is greater

life
or that which allows it?
which is more incredible?
the birth of a universe full of nothing?

or our being aware of it when what we are, is that same stuff, combined in a new way,
still being "nothing" and yet now, aware?

only one who thinks in words can write about such things.
only one who thinks about it can stroll so far away from that which is inescapable
and yet has a built in escape, from that which never was...

the implication that there is such an answer...
is that not the assumption which has driven us all, headlong, blind, into our chosen destiny?

such is the weight of the proposition

only echos remain.
between the particle and wave, down to the smallest
from the before, to the during, to the after

only echos remain.

the truth is, that we are not composed of something.
our entire world is the echo of something that existed and disappeared
the evaporation of such, caused an echo that gave birth to our world.

when you think of it, it makes perfect sense, that time can only exist
in the counting of the moments from the end...

regardless of "how"
if, and when there comes to be something that actually exist..
it will signal the sleeper to awaken,
and like all dreams, we will disappear...