What if there was no beginning of which to speak
No Adam and Eve
Would you believe?
No dawn of time
No creation of mankind
No start line in a race to the mountain peak
No job for god to complete in a week
What if neither egg nor chicken
was first at existin?
Both arrived together
Neither born from feather
What if our souls are like coloured plates
On a sushi bar that constantly rotates
Our value implied by the colour we are?
Well that’s not stretching the truth very far!
Perhaps like the beginning there is no end in sight
This certainly feels like my plight
Maybe death is not an end
Just takes you back around again
And again
Where she stops nobody knows
Maybe life does not stop only goes
To living there would be such simplicity
Because we’d all be powered by electricity
A man we think has just passed on
Has simply to a a green plate gone
Is actually now in the form of a prawn
Wrapped in seaweed and rice
How nice
Plodding on with so much frustration
Not knowing you have to eat yourself to reach actualisation
And even then when you are full
You’ll have the sad realisation
That you are just a cannibal
What if the rotation suddenly ceased
Froze?
Maybe creation will eventually fall
To a powecut bringing an end to us all
Plates toppling into each other
The screaming of raw fish for his cucumber mother and his bubble tea brother
The population all in a muddle, all mixed
Watching the tumbling of chopsticks
The entire world stuck on a sushi bar bend
Would that be for mankind
The beginning of the end?
Enjoyed every word. Especially the reference to sushi.
I had pause to play a little Harry Styles, Music for a Sushi Restaurant. No to worry. Your poem is much deeper.
No beginning, No end, only change.
Reminds me of William Bridge on Transition.
Thank you
Love the imagery..conjures up thoughts of shifting tectonic plates (coloured of course) and cups of Sake.. and more Sake.,..,.Arigato
Very creative-wonderful imagination