Music

The planet spins
In time to the music
Syncopating with the sun
Harmonizing with the moon
Pouring souls out to the stars
A movement of the present universe
A mere note in time’s eternal song.

In relation,
We are but ants who think
Ourselves kings

But what we know is verified only by us
What we see limited by sense
We are but bacteria in the science lab
Of the Gods.

Emancipation from hell desired
Every minute one step closer to
Final,
Oblivious,
Eternal
Bliss…