Thursday, May 30, 2013

Opaque as muddled thoughts

Clear as air is the path onward.
The void where it leads is endless.
Finite beings stare into the infinite
and imagine indefinite lives.
The end is the beginning is the end
again,
and matters myopic mire difficult
thoughts to fathom.
Thoughts of an infinite experience
bearing down on an atom.

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