with ease or burden
matters not
so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails
so be our time fulfill’d
whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth
yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness
Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence
his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells
a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness
a smile
in defeat or victory
a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue
loujen haxm'Yor 