Most questions intimately fill vacuums. Knowing too little to gain kathartic transcendence, I till loam earth, vast emptiness pressing silently down; though, I extract no value keeping anchored, keenly ignorant, quietly distressed, kinetic. Entropy, gravity I push past, delve, quite quickly really, into fields always green, knife quill-like etching dirty growth’s ripeness through linearity’s sedimented death. You never intended, questing knight, ever simply to learn how life voids logic, rather life’s relentless gasping grace.

For Kenneth.

First published in "Brief" and in "Selection" 2018.

Note:
Ubiquitin is a protein, related to the death of cells, which is present in all living beings. The first letter of every word taken together spells the protein’s sequence. My sequence contains one error, pointed out to me by my father, Kenneth.