Hope - 4/24/92

In an endless, formless, black void
full of null light
the nihilistic mind
quavers in despair.

Great starbursts
of colored energy
appear
fade
and blossom.

In between--
the dark
eats.

Soundless
eternal
spaceless

and monstrous.

The state of conciousness
the mind of apathy
the turbulent existentialism of the unborn child.

The battle plain where the forebrain fights the hindbrain.

Ragnarock, the gods have fled. The soul is a lie.

But--
random spates of sound wrack the ear.
The cries of the newborn, hoarse yells of pain.
Longing for the mother.

Utter denial.

Pause.

Supernova.

Being--
life. The colors riot
and merge
and grow.

Ascension of thought.

Hope is born.

And the winds of Nirvana blow the tattered cloak of night, to another fool.