Alone at the grave for the first time

The ever angled

attitude of the universe,

where chaos

seems the natural state,

breeds in us the

need for balance.

The loss of one

throws the whole

works spinning

crazily off towards

the abyss…

no stability in one:

without something –

someone –

to cling to,

chaos claims us

greedily.

And so that re-creating

word – the one from

whom all chaos flees –

finds haven in our

habits when we’re

tired of trying,

by ourselves,

to keep our

equilibrium.

In the beginning

was the word –

that hopeful utopia

keeps us striving

for our treasured

level-headedness.

Port Perry , Ontario – Aug 8th, 2009

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