Blasting

Everywhere there is a pattern
It is not unknown to us
Still, it is not known at any known moment

What is it like to be knowable
it goes beyond

Why waste time on the unknowable
black marble vessel beyond this

someone whispers
it is your turn

It is my turn?
The milkman spinning in eternity

Blasting forever
into a vastness that has no name

Rattlesnake land
that is not to be tamed
even by the bomb shelter dweller

even by the smoke
between two veils

where songs meet the mind