The Search

Of the microscopic and macroscopic with all that lie in the in between Of light passing through our thin tissue membrane skein Of our bodies a filter and all life proportioned by golden mean Of foundations laid down with line and form in dark caves keen Of cultures that rise and fall or yet to have been Of the extension of time across oceans and sky black or cerulean Of the dawn of the universe and its continuing demean Of new galaxies born from the dust of dead stars never before seen Of heaven and hell, death and rebirth in an infinitely churning turbulent organic machine Of traveling inward and outward and back again in hope to glean From our search of ourselves to become as more human beings