ANOTHER DAY

So vividly that I wake into a state

Halfway down the hallway between

Two rooms; One me texted the other

A message asking "Can you read this?"

I could not, yet somehow scrying

Into the blank screen, comprehend

That he wrote to me from beyond life:

So, I am left to think, is life itself

Not beyond life, a military two-step

Upon our own grave, to a string theory band,

And do we not merely shuffle the steps

Like playing cards, seeking a kind of order

In that which lacks it so entirely?

So that finally I forget about all it all,

Rise, make tea, and die another day.

That the elements will blithely erase

Our very names in a half beat offends

The one in time, prompting us to note not
Our presence, but life's perfect absence.

- Larry Buttrose