You see the bigger picture
The ruins in the sky
The wider context constantly enabling the Why
The dust that will fly into throats
The cough that will result
The ways in which the realm we’re in attaches its insult

We know that there’s no answer but we feel compelled to ask
The question feels so natural as we go about our tasks
Some people hit the bottle or the needle or the flask
As the question it consumes them until there’s no turning back
You force us to confront you, world
You force us to submit
As we start to see we’re really you, bit by bit by bit

Its silence ends up being the answer to our lobbied prayers
The wounds enabled by the cosmic parent absent there
The cries that echo off the walls until we are laid bare
The help we give ourselves when it isn’t anywhere

A parent needs a parent needs a parent needs a parent
This chain goes on until infinity becomes apparent
When gods need a god, then that god also needs one too
Until you are left with an infinitude of You

Deep within the ancestry of all the felt experience
Is a wandering and perfect kind of witness to all brilliance
Each tree is its own forest and each forest is a tree
The paradox within precisely is what sets us free