Yet smaller than a quark.
Oh Lord, I'm paralyzed,
But I'm movin' faster than light.
The ugliness is beautiful
The beauty is ghastly.
In agony I sing
In pleasure I groan.
In safety I fear what is round the bend.
And in peril I find peace found in no meadow.
This dance is the beating heart
Emotional/spiritual roller coaster up-down,
The inhale-exhale
Of the lungs of the Cosmos . . .
© Copyright 2000 Daniel E. Talkington
