vain

i lie helpless, while the machine of winding wind 

sullen sky, surging swirling surf 

produces cosmic's energy work, 

unchecked, inevitably unharnessed 

nature's ceaseless moves, heartless machine

perpetually it does its assigned work, yes, it does,

this splendid, beautiful beast, cannot be still

this machine reflects its creator spirit, alpha omega

indefinable, ethereal, purest pure holy word of life eternal

perpetual was, always will, always is, will be, eternity

most high, highest high

she has no limits, within her infinite sphere, 

this nature machine; she moves, she builds, breaks and mends

and cycle repeat, perpetual motion machine

has no mind of her own, personified anthropomorphic

like a mother ship with bare breasted prow

chrome emblem in a 50's auto, man built machines, 

worshiped adored no less, science mother, 

out of caves into marvelous fire freed of stick and stone

borne of man's enlightenment of Godly Renaissance Divine 

she rules the earth mechanical, obeisance led governed

"God does not play dice with the universe," 

paraphrased, einstein one time said

in her orbit's dance in frigid space revolving axis swirls

her energy life sustains, gloriously unstatic,

invisibly led by his unseen hand, 

she hangs with no observable suspension

mathematical laws by axioms set in glory 

no mind can fully fathom, yet praise will times suffice

rocks vibrations, all life quasars sing, little fools mock

even einstein struggled and yielded mind in low humility

to light years' intelligence span of worth 

bridging vast gulf between man's knowledge 

and cosmic's visible/invisible phenomenon

of nature machines' marvels reflected by her creator's handiwork

i, feeling feeble empty, ponder, living speck of quantum matter

like a dog cocks its head quizzical attribute assigned its canine behavior

so like us humans yet endowed with vast more capacity capable

to understand, yet so much waste upon contentment's urge

to simply plod along the course live die cycle repeat

meaningless sounds of nature purposeless, dull and kill my senses

to eternal end, vain moves of man surround my sense of sight 

the touch of empty age advances lonely entropy

it tastes of blank, then moves to hum of vacuum's void

to where and why and how, no questions' end

is that all there is? 

patsy cline's sweet voiced asked decades ago

void down low below your sorry navel

can you reach it off your stepping stool?

O wretched small minded atrophied man,

your boast enthroned within

mounted on your paper wall's power receptacle 

sustained within your carpeted halls, dimly its feeble lights

on your form and face,  

you'll kick and scream when nature is unleashed

by a trumpet's call

how does he who shouts at her complexity dare curse 

and yet laugh and smile with face in food and drink 

and creature comfort bubble comforts, fist defiant clenched

cash vault sleeps upon his chest; 

it crushes on his shriveled naked self 

fat encased entombed endowed, his golden cow, 

covered in excrement of rust and webs of dust and dirt

face masked of hollow blackness void 

flames leap high surround, loudly roar 

suck such one in disavows, earthly vice and spoiled forsaken vows

a flicker flash, green grass to brown in instant vaporized 

reach out and grasp the hand that helps before too late 

oh narrow mind cocooned in spite, 

nose held, of no avail, it bleeds

will it help to whine and whelp?

can you stop the force of nature?

in the end, kick and scream on departure's gate 

to cross the fiery threshold

O awake! but then again,

who can without his intervention