The Most Modern of Unmodern Poetry

The most modern of unmodern poetry
falls on page of white with pen in hand
of man, through mind

If there is no God there is no man
if no man no art
if it is itself
and itself is it
where did it come from?
why is it here
something can't come from nothing
but it did anyway

Foolish jibbering on and on
not stopong to consider the origin
or maybe considering it to much
(not the origin just the thought of such)

There is no God
but there is a man
and man is a god
for he makes something of nothing
the bare ground and burnt sky
come from trees and clouds
well that is nothing from something
or nothing of everything anyway