827. EASTER

EASTER
Geometry is an asteroid devoid of
form, chunking its way endlessly on a
winding trek through a darkless void.
I hear a voice discoursing on matter,
and I want to wonder too - 'what
really is the matter?' At Easter,
they say, even the bread has to
rise, and the river, and interest
rates, and all the rest. Dead again,
oh, dead again, really, everything
must rise again. Now, tell me,
what actually is the matter?
Geometry is an empty void
chunking its way on a winding
trek through matter. Dead again,
oh, dead again, now everything
must rise again.