Back at its moment of creation,
I wonder how our cosmos felt.
Did fear and rage engulf its soul,
like us, ejected from our wombs?
And can we find the peace within,
to learn to play the hands we’ve dealt.



The trouble is when we break free
through having rambled philosophic
to leave the ground and float in space
and chart new points of reference
when we return life may seem crazy
our new perspective’s too exotic.