Consider that our world may be sewn through
With sentience, intelligence and thought.
The dead philosophy that we’ve been taught
Has bridled us, imprisoned me and you.
Behold, Life! In its innumerable forms,
The glory of an animated sky.
Expanding from our penchant to ask “Why?”
Requires departure from familiar norms.
A vibrant animation fills our sight.
The universe we knew has overflown
Its banks, has flooded our familiar Now.
If only we can breathe this rarefied light
(Deductive pow’rs are useless to know how)
We might find comfort in the stark unknown.
Beautiful, Josh, thank you!