I look at the little pebble at my feet and can’t help but think
But for the grace of god go I
And then laugh
Not out of humor
But of fear
Because he’s nowhere
But within the magic of my mind
The madness
For, but for the grace of chance goes that pebble at my feet
No more purposefully than the patient rock at the corner of my lot
Having had waited a million years for me to move it there
Or the mountain I’ll never climb
Or the moon, or the sun
Or the boundless galaxies in the sky
That are as real to me as the oxygen molecules I breathe
I just have to take your word for it
And yet you admonish me over and over
Essence before Existence!
An a priori on high
And I want to take your word for it
Like I do for the oxygen molecules I breathe
And many times I almost convinced myself I had
But then comes the horrible news
Relentlessly so
To remind me that
Nope
You got the order all wrong
That the only a priori meaning there is
First and foremost and forever more
Is only that of my mind’s making
Of its madness
