Beginning
Time can’t remember
Wasn’t even there.
Two aliens playing cards,
“No entry” card blocks Care.
Cutthroat poker
Each player touches its neck.
The invisible card a joker
Not a trace of self respect.
Without Care the cards are laid
All save only one.
It is flipped and the hand is done.
That’s how the game is played.
Face up or face down.
The difference plain to see
Flipped card does not clown.
Thinks, “ No sense to count on me”.
Maybe it was planned,
Most probably not.
The flipped card lands upright
Trying like hell t’ hold on tight.
The upright card is born to doubt.
A veil has been drawn.
Care says, ”What’s this all about?”
The card now another unseen form.
The card looks back
At a “no entry” card on the veil.
Picks up its future in a sack,
Leaves its past in a jail.
Slips on a wet spot.
Falls through a crack.
Accelerates through shock.
Rides a one way track.
The begin has begun.
Nothing lost or won.
Out of and into time.
Becomes divine.
The tumbling, feral, altered card
Now big as all get out
Looks at its watch
And births a universe with this shout:
“I’ll take the risk of lose and win
No time like now to begin.
How hard can it be?
It all feels so easy for me.
Mistakes seem too far away
To color the game that I’ll play
With a Maybe, the driving theme
And “Truth” a hoped for scream.”
“Truth is never what it seems
Reality is the dream of dreams.
Tears of joy and tears of pain
The same recipe do contain.
Think of it!— what I will,
Of course!, but?, yet?, still?…”