the world
is filled with
an overabundance
of absurd wonder
when you stop
sip a cup of coffee
and really pick at the
ever fraying edges

we take for granted
the sheer majesty inherent
in the astronomical odds
of an errant lightning bolt
on the primordial ooze
give all the glory
for accidental creation
to an invisible boogeyman
then rather than rejoice
in the limited stretch
with which we get to
revel in the madness
we cower in fear
sky daddy will be mad

and despite every
incredible incidental
aspect of this mostly
illusionaryexistence

humanity and the desperate
need to have some meaning
even if it means groveling
at fictional feet for
a facade of forgiveness
from just wanting to feel
okay being your fucking self
must be the single most
absurd thing in a morning
where six absurdities occured
before i managed to break my fast