Then they came brilliantly breaking the silence,
the pummeling pulsars and quasars,
parading down the pointless promenades of Time.
Aren't you the Alpha and the Omega?
Silence, begetting myriad bothersome births
and breathless unending deaths.
Silence, the fond sweet-dripping mammaries
of misty multitudes, cradling primordial cries.
Wrap me in the liquorice of love-spawned words
and you'll find me piercing the leviathan, streaking
past the netherworlds with a red-hot ponytail.
Yeah, Eden's turning on and off the genesis.
It's mirth in a whirligig, murderous Maya,
the collaged canvas that fades with the finch
into final oblivion. It's curtains drawn,
and a hollering retreat beaten, abide with me!
Teach me how to weep, how to laugh, to whimper.
With me abide, till the maggots bloom.
Rock me to silence and stillness ever more.