No Thing is Nothing
All these words…
Where? Whose?
What to do with them all?
These tomes, reams of…blather?
What’s the purpose or point?
Everything has a voice:
the trees, the bees, even the rocks
while the vacuums inbetween, sing.
Is it that, in a digital universe,
they need an audience?
Does the Self hear its own
words or song?
Admit!
They echo, ripple to the edges
of the utter Absolute - for ever.
Archived in frequency, beyond Time,
carrying their immortal intention.
So the pedagogic issue, not only for space age technology, is: where?
How to track down or pinpoint
any specific item, moment or locale!
Not that’s it’s not there anymore…
…but where and how to retrieve it.
Has it quantum leapt to other zones
or turned to pearl, amber, gold?
returned to its basic Ground Zero,
metamorphosed unimaginably
or is pending a key, a code
to cypher?
It is not what it seems, for sure!
May