Flash in the Pan 

Life is like a flash in the pan, you see / irretrievably brief, so hard to grasp; / just as old Demosthenes intoned when asked / 

his thoughts on reasons for gods, citing as / 

well twas hard to tell owing as well to / 

said question's nature, thus pleading acquittal / 

of bland quizzicality and hoping / 

was he for some little ease / 

in having aggravating circumstance / relieved and preferring to stay seeing / the world as atoms jostling in a void. / 

The alternative being a constant rush / 

of amazement rough hewn and wooden / 

fleshless sight of lemmings dazed on the march / 

over sill of cliff to selfie spill self / 

into prefab ditch to toss roll and pitch / 

like marbles' roll of swirl in bowl and drown / 

out the sound of no meaning round and round / 

That was yesterday then, so this is now / when it doesn't make much made of sense / to say this its explosivus combustion / 

began spontaneous from some static / prestar condition of microsoup / then touched by infinite's angelic wand / 

of slender whispy shape from great beyonds / 

numberless uncountable length of span / 

respun unaccountably poetic / 

multiversically in league with spheric / rhetoric tones from ideazones who / too by holy stick explode in tomes of / unique meaning gleaned clean as drifting flakes / from single mind combined with us, the near / 

sightless deaf and hearing blind conflagless / 

yet of wingless flaging jest sublime. /