Mice and Men

The master holds the key to
unlock insight and beyond,
the sound and sight that heralds
the before and again; past and present.
Why does time leap so enormously?
the pallid sky deludes the vacuous
ebony that is the encompassing beyond,
divine barriers call natures wrath.
What is death, has he a name? 
is Life the absence of Death or
is he but another actor the mortal stage?
like the wandering Jew forever liminal.
When does one start and stop living? 
an absence of discovery, or growth;
a lack of commotion, benign stoicism,
when the stars fall and agree to gravity?
Life is pliable and soft like peaches,
easy to rend, mold and bound,
or is it rigid like adamite, bitten by
serpents and demonic hounds. Poisoned.
Is life like Boethius, a burning stars
fissure flicker flop into defamation,
or his rise exponential flight from nothing
to the talk of times, the bees knees?
The master holds the key to
unlock insight and beyond,
the sound and sight that heralds
the before and again; past and present.