The never that underlies the always
Comes closer sooner than we think it can.
Consider the egg. Its perfect shell says,
I’ve nothing inside until cracked open.
A running girl can jump over mountains,
Her muscles like overflowing fountains.
She can swing a bat at a vampire bat
And wrestle a dinosaur to the mat.
These toys of the mind are inside the egg,
And boys of her kind have a broken yolk.
They run fast as hell with a broken leg.
Nothing about anything is a joke.
Some essential status, long ago broken,
Was once and is always unawoken.
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