There is always waiting...

There is always waiting...

Nothing is undone

Everything is unknown

Until it happens

Armies never march on their stomachs

It ruins the image

Hunger is incremental

Bees always find their way

It is a matter of record

Libraries are nothing without books

With pages that turn

It is the least we should expect

As words are meaningless

Without a reader

Marking time

Until the silence in the void

Becomes a moment of unease

Before random atoms collide

Rubber bands vibrate

At different frequencies

Creation is a different matter

A theory without strings

Will not provide the music

We would wish to hear

As a god particle

Would be nothing more

Than a chip off the old block

We are the bright flames

In the darkness

Burning out before the shadows

Have been vanquished

It keeps the balance

Tipped in favour of equilibrium

For the longest time

There is communion

Which is a godsend

In the context of a unifying theory

All things must pass

Before we catch-up

To the beginning

Until then

There is always waiting.