The Anthropic Principle

Wind chimed the masts
like xylophones across the shore
heat rose shivering
filthering the lights
On the other shore
like the high white notes
on the piano board
played aimlessly

Where you and I collide
in constants and laws
that must be somehow right
'cause I'm drowning in those eyes

Provisional arrangements of dust
the earth will ponder on
beyond our reveries
'til the sun swallows us

Where you and I collide
in constants and laws
that must be somehow right
'cause I'm drowning in those eyes

- Coulour the Mundane, "The Anthropic Principle"