There is no logic

There is no logic

To it

Nor should there be

When we are multitude

Threads in the fabric

Unravelling the time frame

Spinning a yarn or two

Weaving in and out

Of a segment

Elaborating a moment

Of reality

Weighing the consequence

Stitching a story together

Darning black holes

With an eye on the needle

Stuck in the groove

Playing a sequence

Over and over again

Until we cross the bridge

And reach the safety

Of the other side

Without a shadow

Of doubt

There is no logic to it

But there is strength

In the conviction.