Little Bang

Let me drag these atoms to the woods
so they can contemplate what they’d do
if they were blown all over the mossy stones
with a little bang.
Maybe that is the origin of all this
space and time, the universe–
Divine Suicide, the brains of God
push out and create space
forever and ever.  Amen.
Planets and moons, galaxies,
indeed, chunks of cerebrum, fragments
of skull dance with their little gravities
in nothingness–  and before?
Out there in the woods
before despair existed,
before the creation?  Who knows that?
They’re still unclear about that.  All of ‘em.
And who made the gun? tell me.  And from what?
The Big Bang– gas or the very essence of darkness
as matter before the first day and night
seconds, eons,  what does it matter.  right?
To think is not to be.  To feel is to be
led astray– to be led astray is to discover–
to discover is to live– to live is to die–
and to die is to be reborn–