Existence
 

  

That we must hope

we are not all lost

in some failed

 transmission. 

That there is no error

in the flash of light

 and the teem of rain,

   upon the stream of the silent sea

that is

Creation
 

 Of all that we are  

  and all that surrounds us; 

 in all that protects us

from all that destroys us.

For should we not find

 the answers that we seek,

nor ease the question

of our bleak existence

  

As embers we shall burn

upon pyres we may not ever feel;

our fatal dust, 

drifting,

on winds of churning

  Eternity

                                                                                           Anon.