Why are we here? What is the purpose of the universe? What's it all about?
This poem doesn't answer these questions, but poses them in an unique way. The structure compliments the subject-matter brilliantly - a haphazard spacing where questions float leading to a spotlight of unanswered uncertainty.
The Universe - May Swenson
What
is it about,
the universe,
the universe about us stretching out?
We, within our brains,
within it,
think
we must unspin
the laws that spin it.
We think why
because we think
because.
Because we think,
we think
the universe about us.
But does it think,
the universe?
Then what about?
About us?
If not,
must there be cause
in the universe?
Must it have laws?
And what
if the universe
is not about us?
Then what?
What
is it about?
And what
about us?
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