Life is the wonder socket,
a pulse of ice and fire
that churns the steam of dreams,
a forest of unbidden shadows’
masked parade of time.
The prayer of clocks
cannot drown the mystery of fears,
their ripped pocket of unending trials.
All thought rides the rails of perspective,
tapering ever toward death’s horizon.
Energy consumes. Entropy enlightens.
A soothing drop in a bucket of fright
is all that the stars will allow.