Alone, merely a patch of color,
a speck of light that glints across the sky.
Prismatic effect of light and matter.
Alone, merely an echo across the canyon
of existence, a fading voice in the cacophony
of sound cascading over the abyss into the river of life.
Alone, merely a thought drifting through the ether,
electrostatic impulses from within the gray recesses
of pulsating matter that calls itself intelligence.
Alone, merely a dot, a speck, a hole and a shadow,
floating, lost, without a purpose or prognosis, not
a passion or a whim-aimless and unrecognized.
Only in the coming together will each patch find
its partner, randomly patterned; every light
know its shadow, every thought answer a question.
Only in the blending will end have its beginning,
death have its purpose, pleasure relieve pain and
every creature slip into its place on the wheel.
A mosaic. Randomly, perfectly, haphazardly engineered into
chaotic effervescent brilliance!