He lived within the half arch of light
clueless about space and time –
his simple thoughts were only concerned
with food, sex and shelter.
He felt safe in his world except for the force
of an endless dream.
An ancient story told to him
by rods and switchbacks buried deep within his being.
Little bits of a story passed on to him
from the trillions who came before,
an ancient story told and retold
countless times,each retelling
given a twist or turn in the plot
of a never ending story with one theme …
to stay alive, to survive.
He ventured beyond his world from time to time
driven by the mystery … to fly through space, to
discover another reality, to satisfy his craving, to feed his curiosity.
One day he passed through light
with gathering speed, confident to find
his unknown destination when he was swept within the grasp of a circular path.
He felt gathering speed driven
by an unknown force, much greater
than anything experienced in his world
as the energy of smaller and smaller circles
drew him deeper and deeper into
a darkening world.
In vain, he gave himself over to
the power before he vanished within
the blackest hole where not even
light could escape!
In the end he found himself
in another world much more profound in
nature where vibrations from the past, present and future
joined to welcome him
to a new universe of possibilities
in the nebula of another galaxy, where
the endless dream of every flying
cockroach that ever lived
comes true within
the confines of
septic tank …