Life

Life’s expectancy springs forth from the womb
Forces play their part
In the cycle of birth and rebirth

Meaning means nothing now
Words come unbidden
Bungled art that’s never art
Contrived and pretentious as I am

Clear as day, dark as night
I plunge into the abyss
No one to save me from drowning
But my own senses coming to

I lie in wait, biding
Time, time, time
Restless I fall to my dreamless sleep.