A drunken marionette dancing across the dead poet's grave!

Slipping light as a moment…it came again
An instant of brightness…an instance of nothingness
Illuminating the being, amid the clatter of stellar drops
The past, the future, the present and that
In an embrace tight...the sweet vacuum delight
A suspended animation, with a wordless shout
The echo of which, waves eternal resound
And then Lo!
The brightness is a periphery
Of the shadow bright
Which spills and spills to cover the bounds of daylight
The tide that shifts, conceived a sigh along
The chord is strong, though meek and cold
Dug deep from antiquity, thrown into a projectile
The flashing force, screams aloud
The God, the way, the mother of them all
Every step a stone
To numb the passerby
Every breath a gust
The screaming lullaby
Every thought a wonder
Climbing stairs to the moon
Every mistake a blow
Makes the time wee slow
An outburst of passion
Given to fly
With golden arms, to smile in sunshine
Till the stone is a wonder
And blow, a gust
Its the mockery of the embers
That once were feather
Their final smile is the gravest humor of the art that once was divine.

Blabber

Too many points..

here it goes..

Zillion dots form in ehter without any knowledge...but at the end of the day..night time so to say...just before crashing...we all rise from the dust...who has not felt how a plant feels afterall??which one of us??Its the gravity pulling!!

When our feet hop off the ground..its a moment of "potential".yet its not just the body that pulls.it could be the earth shoving away...be it disgust or love...hence the word Newton STILL rings a bell..hence the "yet another round thing" is THE mother and not just the "third" rock..

What else explains that snugly warm foetal hump?

Why is the earth really not flat but a sphere??

Why does everybeing sleep???