Om – OMG!
The cosmos sings! A few can hear
its soft wild background murmur,
its love song from the wild frontier.
Then wonder shades to worry,
as Earth, distressed, gets warmer.
We share forebodings with our friends.
We start to say we’re sorry,
we say we’ll make amends.
Diehards dismiss the cosmic sphere,
the sound comes from inside us,
dark twisted throbs inside the ear
that seal us in our sorrow.
The cosmos can’t abide us.
We’re just its awful waking dream,
the murmur of tomorrow,
tomorrow’s pent-up scream.
