Zeichnete

From the moment we are born We begin to die Decaying on schedule A decreasing exponential function of time A short lived oscillation In the grand scheme of things An inappreciable juncture of sentience In this non spatial continuum Where apparently irreversible Events proceed in an inconsequential And utterly unorganized parade That is called existence The interval of existence A prognosticated emanation Succeeded by a predetermined termination Merely the distance between beginning and end Decaying on schedule A decreasing exponential function of time

When I first saw the burning bodies of light, with their warm astral presence, I knew that I could not lose sight of them, and when you showed me the spinning orbits, through convex lenses, with altered definitions of distance and time, I realized that I could never be without this perception of celestial bliss.  Today we lean against the walls that hold our sanctum, facing the skies, spinning through our orbits,  visible through concave windows, with warped definitions of distance and time while the surrounding meteorites crash into our sides.  The illuminating beauty of the orbiting planets, through telescopic lenses and