The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil
The cosmos, poor old thing, just falls away.
It doesn’t matter anymore than dishrags, sour
Beneath the sink. Creation starts to sway
To less than nothingness the way a tower
Crumbles into heap and dust in earthquake
Nausea. Love knocks us stupid. A glance
Is quite enough to make our temples shake
To rubble. Columns do St. Vitus’ dance.
Destruction of religion and the mind
Upends reality in fervent lust.
It’s stupid to say love is merely blind.
It’s more like apoplexy, life gone bust.
..It’s not just young ones who suffer this stroke.
….The young cause fits inside an older bloke.