WORLD OF FORMS

 

The world is perfect.

As it should be.

Every single thing

As it should be.

Creation and destruction poised so close.

Every atom whirling in its place

every electric mind lit up with current and intent

Like every river flowing

every cloud floating

every child skipping without worry or care

How every single event arises out of the thing before.

With all things and the notion of all things

so few surprises here. 

Like all dogs circling to find a place to rest

and in the distance where the mountains soften to blue

or in the evening when the moon hangs over preternatural fields

or that dull thudding inside my chest

 

Oh, you want to make a start-up business here?

Well then, over there under the cherry tree!