When time has taken hold of bursting, unimagined life
and called into account the force which drives it on,
then so we all are held in shape and form’s unseen potential,
and progress is dictated; managed as soul’s song.
The tune is played in silent, watching, waiting worlds,
and siphoned through the strings of steady matter,
that creation may be pulled into a newfound place of being,
so what has never been, will birth as something greater.
In dance of atoms, implicate is thrown into new flesh,
cast as explicate in realms where something can be built,
and brought beyond the place of thought and mind;
that consciousness is manifest and so revealed.