Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray Bursters

An old man remembers what he has been

yet the details are unimportant. Then

the outline disappears, and the meaning.

Good, I can die or go to work, be wise

or a jerk. Rich or poor, the wind and rain

wear us away and it's o.k.

Ask what matters, that

question. Feeling the seasons, wearing a hat,

loving your woman, a good s**t.

Children born. Two cells meet, multiply,

spiral into fetus. The mother is amazed:

an intelligence apart from herself.

The violent rainstorm kept me awake

although the lightning was still far away.

I lay in my bed and listened naked.