Born
in a linear time
we have been
taught
to carry the weight
of the universe
upon
our shoulders
which
are obviously
not equipped
to bear
the drive
of an ever expanding
unfair,
unfamiliar
mass of vast
nothingness
which begins at nothing
and amounts
to nothing
yet
still exists
like a multi-dimensional
Shiva
ultimately poised
to consume
what already lies
within it
forcing life
to become
a series of
desperate palpitations
of a dying man
We thought God
would solve
our mortal problems
hear
our prayers
but then I hear,
sound needs
a medium to travel.
A heathen poet 