Apocrypha

A small girl...stands in her green overstuffed living room...listens to a record player...a black vinyl spins...que sera sera fills the room...she sings...whatever will be will be...the music fills her...she swells with notes and words...beatitude overcomes her...in a random omniscient moment she knows the answer to every question...for an epochal second she contains all knowledge...she is connected...absorbed...she is no longer she...she is merged...what is life...what is consciousness...the responses become her...the information binds her up...and she becomes One...and then not...she is simply singing...que sera sera...she reaches...gropes at a void that is there but not there...and then she goes outside to play