Hymn to Nonsensia

Nonsensia, to Thee ecstatic praise
I offer now in manic reverence,
Intoxicated by the ceaseless flow
Of acrid chaos from Your formless teats.

Your power spans the known and the unknown.
Mere paradox cannot begin to match
Your overwhelming, unencumbered force,
Before which everything disintegrates.

You flail Your aimless wings in frenzied flight,
Omniscient, oblivious, asleep.
You are Yourself only one of Your dreams;
Your other dreams You manifest through us.

I am one of Your children, fashioned from
The random fruit of Your amorphous womb.
To Thee I offer heaps of giddy praise,
Thrice-headless Goddess and wisest of all!



Copyright © 2007 Michaelanthony Mitchell