Mystery

I can see the world spin tonight.

I’m seated high, and out of touch.

The mighty stones of Carnac twinkle

Like some forbidden stars.

And I can see the pixels flash.

They shift the shape of things to come.

They create the paradigm

Under the weight of the longitudes

As each horizon groans.

They do the bidding of the deep dark matter

And are at the bequest of the hidden word

That comes from you and me.

And like the disbelief that shows in a dream

From the shock that you could surprise yourself,

Or cheat yourself out of the ending,

The mistake is not in losing your needle

In Failure’s largest haystack,

But in trying to find it there.

For as sure as the sun comes up in the east,

And, forgive me, friends, but it does not,

The thing you seek may indeed not exist

Outside of you, and the Mystery.

-jenn long