A book cosmological prose poems. It is said that there was a time
when there were no men . . .
That we slowly came to be,
that we emerged into the order of things,
a product of that order,
a minded-something out of a mindless chaos . . .
That we did not thrust ourselves into being,
but simply awoke one morning
and were here . . .
That we are part of an emerging order,
a vast, mindless system of comings and goings
in a roulette-wheel universe.
. . . but the same fantastic energies
roaring in the hearts of suns,
are flickering persistently within ourselves