How the rain falls to and fro these dark muddy puddles,
How the waves break and yet there are still no answers,
How the trees wave in the wind with no question.
But why?
The moon shines but there is never a glisten,
The stars have begun to fall.
And so has the chamber
That has held on so long.
It will burst like all other man made connections.
It may fail. And still, man, as a whole will go on
Along with the universe.
But that one chamber will be left unmended
With rents and cracks unfixable by cement.