The poets trip out along the rocky shore to see the sun off.
and like the waves, drift back more slowly than they came.
The sky builds out its fantasy on a theme
while the waters improvise a descant.
If I were an all-powerful God,
what world would I create?
If I didn't want it to be too boring, couldn't I just create uncertainty?
I'd want to invent a universe to which I could say: Surprise me.
And if I were a theoretical physicist, I'm not so sure I want to find
the unified theory of everything.
Wouldn't it invalidate a lot of great science fiction
and dampen the creation of more?
No thanks. I mean come on,
you already killed religion, now you're going after sci-fi?
We gotta have something.
I'm out here trying to elude the explanations,
in order to somehow still be thrilled
at these patterns of atmospheric refraction
of various wavelengths of EMF
that are perceptible by my rods and cones,
and processed by my visual cortex, yeah.
But be still now, my gravitation, I'd like to keep juggling things a little more.

The poets trip out along the rocky shore
to see the sun off.
and like the waves,
drift back more slowly than we came.

PTR KOZLOWSKI has been a taxi driver, a deliveryman, a poet and a printer, singer-songwriter and guitarist, and videographer.