Significance Is An Afterthought

Significance Is An Afterthought Time is defined by what it does not measure There is something going on between each minute I think they call it waiting So wait a minute….. Sorry ….. I got nothing Walking out the door one sun drenched afternoon To find another door for missing moments Down the road while walking off the world (I always knew the Earth was flat.) There was nothing there but emptiness Pitch black and void and falling I guess that’s something As I went over A foreign man threw me a rope to save me As I went off on space and time and facts His line of reason pulled me back, from that black place The rope pulled me up to land, by grace, by hand, by luck I could not see but heard him from dark spaces Speaking words I could not understand From the abyss of his strange land and unknown face For him I was just another stranger out of time and place He claimed to be a scientist Professing to know everything, he began Significance is an afterthought in all life ventures Begun to end That all things should be exposed to light of reason Discovery is not that which is discovered, but disclosed There is nothing behind reality that can’t be found One thought leads to another Significance is an afterthought, he continued It wears no clothes Uncovered like a blanket on a bed drawn back Revealing a nude body and the naked truth