From an Unknown Companion

He has no name to me.
Mender of worlds,
Healer of the universe,
Savior of time.

This Timey-Wimey
Glob of goop
Could so effortlessly
Be under his control.

But he’ll just stop
And watch it go.

Too much time
To reflect, I suppose.

He’s content
To watch and wonder.

Let him go.
Keep your gun.

We, the people of the earth,
Sunken to the bottom.
Left behind,
Drifting,
Gravity yanks us
Away from the unknown.

Crystallization.
Saturating,
Crusting and crumbling
Our shoes to the floor.
The cytoplasm of the universe,
Waiting,
So disturbed and so unheard of,
But I’ve seen it now.


2010