How endlessly we recombine
answers into questions
as if the world so fully formed
was one big jigsaw puzzle.
How the earth conspires, by growing more,
it can't abide a final draft
from bible scribes or online trolls
or microbes that turn four-course waste to life-force dirt.
The news is different every day
so are the people reading it,
all fashions must fast forward to further fashions,
people, jokes and songs go stale, must be replaced.
Memes and synchronicities stick out
in the slurry of the stream,
as God throws hats across the attic
from the magic vaudeville box.
