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he* has
just begun his day; they say he is fifty-one years old,
i am in my thirties,
i wonder at his creation;
i assure myself,
I will see the world, and i have time enough;
when i will be
leaving this 3-D world, if time allows
at 70 or 80 or at
any time, he will still be spending his first day,
probably his
morning rituals going
with a lot more
time than i can imagine
for I am a moth
for him as a moth is for me;
time wraps around
space, that much space that i can hold,
that much space i
can behold, that much space i take;
so is my lifespan
only so much that much i take
in this whole
universe? then i will expand with my vision
to see those
space times i missed, to glance at the whole
that’s coming and
that’s always there,
where, maybe the demonic
dramas of boundaries, religion and profits,
the dramas we see
every day may not make sense
but maybe the time of light will evolve in front of the sight!
Visit Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for poems on 4-D space time
Wonderful reflection (of many), here. ...maybe = is in our hands
ReplyDeleteYep....thank you so much for this support...
ReplyDeletefor I am a moth for him as a moth is for me... perspective! Nicely done.
ReplyDeletethe dramas we see every day may not make sense
ReplyDeletebut maybe the time of light will evolve in front of the sight!
Great ending, Sreeja! It encompassed a finality with some hopes!
Hank
It's all relative, isn't it? Yet I love the drama your poem brings to it.
ReplyDeletethe time of light will evolve in front of the sight
ReplyDeleteA fabulous conclusion to a mind-boggling concept.
We'll have to wait and see... I sure hope there is light ahead. We need it, badly.
ReplyDeletePerhaps we will see more hope if we look for it. Great writing and thanks so much for your kind words on my poem and for sharing it on Facebook.
ReplyDeleteThank you all...!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully deep and contemplative write!
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