The Big Bang

 
The Big Bang of being born;
immediate disturbance in the universe
as you know it,
warped faith that
nothing halts the twin moons
of disappointment and despair.

Reactionary tides wash snake oil residue
of substances and words,
promising false bargains,
empty lies,
and distorted misunderstandings.

Growling hunger to know,
beneath the haze,
beyond the babble
of convention,

bottomed out
and finding faith,
seeking comfort
in one’s own
great heart.

2 thoughts on “The Big Bang

  1. “Seeking comfort in one’s own great heart.” Nice. Doesn’t Johnny Clegg use the phrase “great heart” in one of his songs?

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