why not (revisit)

   
i've toe'd to toe with the big guy    
and drank the darker fella  
under the table  
simply to pick his pockets  
(assuming he left dodge with some sort of severance package)  
 
i picked at the tapestry  
enough for the fabric to fray  
and traced the common thread of every artists' ancestry  
back to before the bang set off on big  
 
i followed the fancy of physics  
to the quantum level  
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once  
just to tippy-toe peak beneath it  
 
i've spun the mystics dizzy  
grazed on lsd, dmt and poetry  
and i've tired out the disciples  
rifling my focus past the answers in the skies  
 
from the tower of babel i shouted "why"  
in every conceivable computation  
with such an urgency  
that the answer came back  
 
why not  
 
 
 
 
 
 
*** note: this is a reworked older piece ***