In the beginning there was everything
but everyone knew only present need
which overwhelmed all betters futures sing
and left but little space beyond the bleed.

Our now is only what our stories fix
in memories which long or short will last
until the moment when they sore transfix
believers bringing future back from past.

My friend believes his recipe will make
him conqueror of cookie loving slaves
whose steps he easily will overtake
and misdirect to soul confining caves.

Eternal words still silent wait their turns
when new experience tradition spurns.

- Robert Stone, 25 December 2011