Saturday, February 4, 2012


“The Arrival of the
Bottles”

Should the image of a
universe in a grain of sand
hold true for all
stringed universes,
then that elusive music
which all Seekers seek
should be audible all
about us
and for the benefit of
all.

I mean the Meaning of
Life.

There are indeed many
ways to tune in to it.
When the wind blows
across a row of empty bottles
arranged carefully on the
High Bog
you will indeed hear
clearly the sacred notes of this arcane scale.

Sadly the bottles must be
emptied first.
God help me!
No?
Then perhaps you will?

Er, you can leave your
pitchfork by the fire-irons.

© Mike Absalom October 16
2011

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