“Hurry up, please, it’s time.”

Last drink,

last hand,

last revelation before the apocalypse.

Lost in time or repeated in some other form,

the same tired stories.

If you read a lot, at some point you realize

it’s all been said.

Where is the certainty sought by scientists?

Evidently they haven’t found it yet, still clinging 

to the Philosopher’s Stone from whence they arose.

Waiting for the Second Coming because nobody 

really knows….beliefs to fill in the blanks.

Blank eyed on a street corner or sitting in a park,

jiggling your knees in the rain.

A picture is worth more than a thousand theories.

What will you do in the face of it?

Is it destiny? Is it karma?

It’s best to pay attention or risk falling into the

open manhole of mistaken identity, the fallacy

of misplaced concreteness, the sum of all

doctrines and dogmas that have been leading

the Homosap astray since he realized he could think.

A little knowledge is dangerous, evinced by

the world today.

Get used to it.

There is nothing new under the sun.