Not a thought nor an ought in my mind.
This is the moment Satan cannot find.
Blake’s prophetic admonition;
Faust’s wish for the moment to last.
Reading is telescope, microscope, looking glass.
I can see pointlessness waver and gain mass.
Words bind me to this space and past.
The future will erase us all,
replacing with unknown scrawl,
fill the vacuum Nature so detests
that we are forbidden,
though driven to our rests –
this moment, the glimpse of that prophecy,
welcoming embrace of that destiny.
© L S Bassen
New Data on Elusive Particle Shrouded in Secrecy
L.S. Bassen won the 2009 APP Drama Prize & a Mary Roberts Rinehart
Fellowship; 2011; She is a Book Reviewer for brooklyner.org, the
rumpus.net, and press1, and has been a finalist for Flannery O’Connor