In the search for meaning,
how should one begin?
With a humble, kneeling prayer
invoking the Flaming Cubes of destiny
or some other omnipotent entity?
No, too religious and shallow.
How else then?
By seeking the stark, barren entrance of the Great Void;
that distant gateway to the realm of the gods?
No, too impersonal and foreboding.
Through the madman's midnight ravings,
such quests must likewise first commence
with a minute, epiphanous spark
from deep inside the solitary mind;
Relentlessly flaring from there outwards
into the murky, unstable realm
of an abstract life beyond the here and now.
From that faint, emanating glow