Cascades and Fountains
Silence.
the constant from which and to which
Symphonys spring
Much like the darkness of space or sky
between the stars
as between the notes.
Or the resonating delving at the end of the dazzling loud
as the rays of light off the venus star.
Or the white of paper in the poem,
meaningless?
Neccicary.
For how can light exist
without darkness
or sound
without silence.
Is it not the meaningless
which defines meaning
or is it all us
for a symphony played to deaf ears
or story told to the void
is meaningless also.
The universe so vast and wide
does not understand itself
the depths cannot understand its own vast danger
But only man
to think of it.
so if we do not,
what will?