The random rain winds round the
Accentuating all we know not how
As emptiness flows down like courseless subs
Experimenting how to slow the now.
Dimensionless, the universe collapses
And slows the time that seems to us so dear
But only to the newly formed prolapses -
For us time, changeless, brings our death too near.
O, Master of the Mysteries who made us,
If You are What we'd wish for you to be,
Pray, tell me why you needed to parade us
Into this vale of tears so recklessly?
Was it just to divert Lord Murphy's muse?
Or solely just your wisest to confuse?
Hudson River Valley,
21 April 2007