Worlds change. Everydays forge
Themselves harder to relate to.
Whose world is this now?
What time of era is it?

Millennia tic like seconds in
Eyes and ears large enough
To behold aeons.
Solar systems atoms, planets gears in
Perpetual automata.
Life experience has no
Value; time and age grow in
Different directions.
There are no Complete
Encyclopedia-
No Great Answers, no cold hard
Facts of Life, Death or
Other States of
Being or not.
Only vast waves; myriads of
Poetry, and in the innermost
Center of it all:
Mother Voice:

          *Shhhh...little you.
          Relax.
          All is as it should.
          No thing could ever be out
          Of place.
          Or time.
          Or out.