Between Heaven and Hell v 1

A Universe is a ship in a bottle cast unto an unknown sea a message outside may exist not an S.O.S. something like a dry fog with atoms and quarks strings and forks suggesting the unknown except for the physics inside a Vodka with bitters stirred and shaken simultaneously Lives are leaves that grow wither and fall theoretical yawls bemizzened anchors asunder key to creative understanding and salvation we sometimes wonder that worlds sift ichor as if it were sunrise’s décor who were the short lived that breathed, suffered and died Just in time to cherish intolerant time would rather perish a cloud of unknowing, coming and going strings and decoherent mists contain time like particles of vectors we regard as collectors of a field hall of mirrors with another side of hell a trap door contains the yells we do not hear and too few fear the sounds of silence are music to worldly ears with the passage of years.