And what if I told you
All this world was a
Great blue whale, arching
Its thunderous flab through
Oceans of nothingness?
Parting brine with a monstrous
Muscled tail,
Churning with insulated oars
a Foam spewing ocean.
All law harnesses chaos,
Throws gum-raw teeth of
Rope about the beast which,
Quickly hurtles down unto
The surreal swaying depths.
Ask scientists know they the brute
Bucking beneath a theory,
Know they the useless thump of
Speculation on thick hide.
The faltering harpoon which
Lingers over centuries but
Finds, upon the ocean floor
Discarded, a home of slow
Rust and barnacle growth.
I say not, to lose trust in knowledge,
But that the universe is a creature
Not fond of tight coiled reason,
Of rough rope hugging red flesh.
This place is a mystery which
Shrugs easily truncate explanation,
We must be satisfied I think, with
What we salvage with each descent