after all, don't we try every day
and isn't it seen in all our ways
of being.

and too there's the plato thing
of living in a cave and what you bring
to the table of life.

is it us encroaching on reality
or a twist of our projected vanity
that we even make a stab.

cosmic echos heard as anti-matter,
itself an olio of the fragments shattered
to the awaiting coldness.

as you don't believe in tomorrow,
and since time is a snapshot borrowed,
it smiles as it returns the favor.

09/20/2005