Life is a voracious spirit raging through an infinity of forms and time.
It is a raging fire consuming everything in sight, moment by moment.
It is a pretender to reasonableness, but will persist as its own kind at all cost,
And can at best, sometimes, be managed for a cosmic season.
From a spark, it rages into being from the microcosm.
It rages through its vulnerable infancy.
It rages into its powerful life.
It rages through its purpose.
It rages to its fulfillment,
And crumples to the ground
Where it rages against its death
And disintegration,
And one more
Small verse of life
Ends in rage.