The Original Thought Poem by Laurence Overmire

In the reverberation of a life
The line comes back to you
A phrase, a word, a wicked twist of
Syntax threaded
As if no one noticed
The first time
Couldn't possibly be the last
Or could it?

There is no such thing as cliché
To a mind that understands
That the only original thought
Was the initial spark
In the blinding wave of explosion
That Big-Banged its way into the
Void of universal consciousness.

Now the echoes cross the ether
Back and forth
Like a homeless vagrant seeking honest
Shelter from the storm.

~ Laurence Overmire