
The awesome #bumblebee wing. #Evolution = beauty

Each time he thought he was
finished, he was only at the beginning.
all of the people stood in a big
crowd waiting for the names
of the things and the names
for themselves and the names
that would help them understand
their own thinking
one man stood along the black
terrace and shouted, mercy, oh,
mercy, again and again
then cities
and boats
and neon
and prayer
and hands
it was crowded with words
and the people had no idea
what any of the words meant
they became a blanket woven
by a blind man, an empty
courtyard, an abandoned theater
a gathering of leaves,
cows, athletes, empty
baskets, totems, crusades,
invisible and visible chaos,
all of the words and the names
flew up and away
the people stood on the bridges,
mountains, concrete oceans
weeping, laughing, lusting,
they scraped away the old soil
to see the bones of the old cities
a man climbed into a tunnel,
a man was buried, an infant
came as foretold, the water
covered the fields, the cities
disappeared, a star died, a new
revolution changed the end of time,
when he woke, he was standing
next to a white bench
on which were perched
a stack of books
with empty pages
he was alone
in a white field
he could not remember
any of what had come
before, he was neither
new nor old
there were no names
and he wondered how
to begin