That’s life

This outward journey
              from which no return
mere water light and carbon
             energy that feeds on energy
moving between waves of energy
             our days and nights
governed by starlight
             purpose unknown
and yet in time and space
             we are expression
of the universe
             its silence too
more dialectic
             than contradiction
in this vast architecture of voids
             what sense there is
in the mystery of poetry
             all that defies understanding
our seasons in heaven and hell
             our loves and losses
amid galaxies that assume
             the shape of roses
all within a chaos
             of infinite precision

John Lyons