Being, As Such
Notty Bumbo, 2019
I will dig a hole, then,
Near the top of the world.
Deep as the Galactic core,
Wide as the rivers of time.
In it I will store the lives I have existed,
The books I have written in my soul.
All animals to ever evolve,
All momentary lapses of delight.
I will capture the purpose of study,
And the reasons water finds
In each perfect wave,
To rise and fall
And crash into perfect endings.
With every new idea cast into its depths
The hole will echo and resound,
A concert of every note,
The rhythms of planets yet to be noticed.
The atoms themselves shall dance,
And joy will bring peace to black holes.
When I am done,
I will sit in a small plain chair
And gaze into the endless void,
Practice skipping stones
On the smooth surface of chaos.
I will cast my line and let it sink
Ever deeper into this life I must live,
Prepared only for surprise,
And my own small tithe of happiness
I give freely for the gift of being.