make sense of this

Maybe, her life was a comedy of errors.

What rules dictated anything,
within the hours of her days?

What tiny stars bled through
the purple blue black of the night sky
to show her the way?

what is the Way?

why had she been stuffed into
the Form of a Body
(such a primitive vehicle)
more times than she could count or remember?

Purpose was fuel for the Almighty,
for the Righteous.
So, seriously, so, really
what right did she have being here?

What place does she hold,
secretly between silent fingers
turning silver into gold?

all value placed
on the abundant stones and treasures of
Earth
of Gaia
are so arbitrary
yet values placed on life
human or other sentient animal
seem just as
haphazard and subject to change
as far as World Market Value

how to
make sense of
this?

how to make sense
of mystery
insistently un-verifiable

with palpable life force
tangibly leaking
from situations
heavy with severity
heavy with blood

what kind of story line
can be recycled so many times
just slightly different
at each presentation
that it fools you into thinking
it has merit
after cycles of centuries that
have created out dated
sub plots?

maybe a comedy of errors
erroneously emerges
from these lands of all possibilities,
it is way too hot
and then so quickly
it is about to freeze.