Sep 10, 2008 10:00
This quiet landscape is a deafening tempest
when self cannot empty self into the bowl of the sky.
I woke crying and estranged from God.
He came back whispering patience over the radio:
The large hadron collider has been activated.
Strange comfort.
If inextricability is the letter of the law,
inquiry is its spirit.
A few things are simple.
Fewness, itself, is a comfort.