Out of Nothing

 

Out of nothing
The heart-clock is started
Before the naked animal wakes
Fully into the myth
Of flashing light
Lapse of change
Glands and chemicals
Automatically survive

Somewhere electricity arcs
Lobes of gray pudding
A human thinks, “Mine”
Stuck there, staggers
Beneath the weight
Of the fabricated self
Between mishap and misfortune
Synonymous pain and anger
Mysterious occasional joy

If by chance or design
The human awakes
Climbs the Unseen ladder
Seated in the high place
Looks down upon the animal
Far below
With all the other animals
Feels detached
And connected

Seated in the high place
The spirit may awake
And animal, self and spirit
Meet
With the widest of smiles
Realizing
They are nothing