no one knows the reason
for not knowing the immense mystery
of a universe popped into existence
like a baby’s eyes suddenly bulging
 
as long as there are gaps
we’ll cover them up with stark beliefs
for the abyss of emptiness which is
in fact immeasurable
scares us into action
continuosly
 
I do not pretend
to have an answer
but
isn’t this moment’s
shapeless foundation
enough to ask anew?
 
if there is time
there is motion
in this silence though
nobody circumscribes
we are forever
changing form
at rest
in play
 ~