The Silence

The muses don’t speak to each other.
They dance together.

And the thread of life is spun
against the dark world
moving forward, moving back again

Freewill
less a thing that collapses the wave function
and more of a kind of ragged moment
of life that comes from being a part of life
and the part of death
that helps us dream
would have
all we see or seem
tearing
into the world
as the sparks fly upward
like a single candle
against the dark
which a star can conceive
and a star kills
and then time forgets light
for to it
it never was
to begin with

And when not if
we turn to dust
and the working tools of life
fall from our nerveless grasp

There will be a stillness
so profound
we will know

If we have done good work
there is a kind of beauty
that goes beyond words
like a sunset
or a fire
that we watch
until our heart grows still

And freedom at point zero
pair will meet antipair
will carry us forward

And the spirit
will move
across the face of the waters
and the last question is answered
like the story from Asimov

Raise your world
Raise your heart
Raise your weapon

And though the wind blow
set your sail
and find your way
into the new world

and you may find
that in the end
every decision
mattered

And if in that great silence
something collapses
and a single candle
is lit against the dark

to bring forth our Earth
then smash it into another
at our core
Theia whispers:

I know why the caged bird signs
I know why the Magma Plume beneath Iceland
moves up from Greenland
I know why the Earth is so smooth in the Pacific
and the plates move with you upon them
beneath a sky that seems to move slowly across the night

And then
one by one
the stars will go out