Stranded in Eternity … Again

Slow, slow our lives are
Fast, fast time is.
This is what we see.
It is not what is;
It is what we see.
Yet we torment words into meaning
But they lag
And the tongue stumbles.

So find your voice.
It lies under the lobsters
in the deepest seas
where blackness rises
from the troubled sea floor
and swirl past things,
known only as omnipotence intones
“Let there be sulfur”