Here at the cosmic platform of Metabeing
we ponder our selves as they cross their bars.
Between each life we’re granted this brief self-seeing.
Watch as we fling our Daseins to Venus and Mars
then ricochet outwards to other stars!
There’s a certain amount of pain involved, it’s true,
in submitting our gaze to cosmic raillery.
What latest form will Universe endue
us with – Bart Simpson or a stalk of celery?
Meanwhile our new environs take shape around us.
The ink finds its horn, the quavers their staves,
and things that just dazzled now cease to astound us.
Our desperation secures the framework it craves.
We’re confident once more we’re doing swell,
ready as ever again for Heaven or Hell!