he stares into the ruddy sun that rises in the west
this unwise man is laughing now - laughing last, and laughing best.
Hmm, I dunno.
You crossed a thousand years
Oblivious to your assemblage
What's that about?
Wisdom speaks with caution's voice
or
Lonely speaks with winter's voice
I like this construction but have never found a use for it.
Out there beyond our galaxy
Beyond many galaxies
In an inky Blackness
It Waits.
Its Body made of Atoms
Its Atoms do nothing but Think.
These Thinking Atoms
Are in the shape of Gears.
Millions and
Millions and
Millions of Gears.
Its Gears do nothing but Grind.
It Waits
And it Thinks
And it Chews
And it Searches.
It is the size of a Sun.
It is in no hurry
It has all the Time there is
To Eat.
