kirk montgomery

Every Thing

every thing we see is it's own constellation,
every thing that lives is a potential god,
things are thrown together by the mysterious, invisible 'push and pull',
constellations make up universes that make up mindsthat ponder themselves,
natural choas and dis-array spin galaxies of stars and planets, quarden off,
life floureshes, playing a god and creating it's own idealisms and thier laws...
thier so-called order becomes chaotic again, civilizations fall apart, collapsing within...
all before we even had a chance to begin.

THEre is no END

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 5, 2009
Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 6, 2009

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