bridge between the worlds

my TOE quest involves a lot of poetry, some good(ish) some bad some really terrible. Poetry helps to build bridges between the two halves of the brain.

rest is silence (tea with entropy)

The moon trudges wearily through the bloated gut of night
unhappy as a wrong that will never be put right.

Within my alien nation I am beside myself
Upside down I'm high and dry upon the lowest shelf.

Reality is old and tired, like an unsolved heinous ...

Greetings to any and all who come to the Bridge Between the Worlds.

You will* find some strange stuff here, including silly answers to stupid questions, like: ...is there death after life? ...why is the sky dark at night? ...why did the chicken cross the road? ...do UFOs exist? ...will powdered rhino horn make me sexy? ...and, will humankind survive the impending cataclysm of its own making?

Is everyone sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. But before I do, a confession: ...