Throw out your formulas

Birth is the disconnection

we are born disconnected

walk in defiant ignorance

From muffled sounds in a darkness

Death is the connection

we die connected

rest in accepted knowing

Familiar sounds and faces surrounding

Life is but a process

of confused attempts of reconnection

a mad searching in the darkness for a light switch

Any light switch

And in that dark and ever-hungry quest

for nothing much, there is born

a tale worth telling