Multiverse Equation

 

If indeed I’m hurled into

a bleak, uncaring multiverse,

pray, what cosmic hand hurled me here?

Why are monstrous fears so few

and nightmare predators no worse?

Why are pleasure’s yearnings so severe?

I encounter beauties such

as cause this void I call my heart

ever to deny its emptiness…

Appetites desire so much

that can’t be listed a la carte—

hungers plague too deep for one to guess.

Am I meant to find a place—

a home with fire in its hearth

where the flames won’t burn it to the ground?

Can the mean-er show its Face,

a god-like visage here on earth,

clear, unclouded, simple, yet profound?

Hurled, what kind hand catches me,

a hapless pawn, a passion vain,

one whose wonder blunders to and fro?

Kindly give me eyes to see

the torch to purge my soulish pain,

heal me, and then tell me where to go!

Every atom in me screams

for meaning in this multiverse—

for a sound equation to ascend.

Honest observation seems

to point me to a cross’s curse

where a Lover died to save his friend.

MNA

10/12/26