The
horizon’s contents loom
What
room for doubt?
Unalterably
and inexplicably
Like
eyes scanning the word,
Back
and forth, back and forth
The
end of the line is the last step
Before
the beginning of another
It
is only what is written that gives distinction:
An
imprint by an unseen hand,
Taking
the reader on a journey of the mind,
For what
affects the mind affects the body
The
macrocosm within the microcosm,
Each
implication only felt at a certain level of abstraction
Omnivelocitational,
no particle can rest
What
is seen as death and life
Are
temporary descriptors
Soon
losing all meaning as the experience of the soul grows
Regarding
the two as one
As
dark follows the light
Eternity
beckons
The
consciousness of one affected by many others,
Energy
flows through all
Consumed
and converted as required
All
feelings and emotions, attracted beacon-like
As a
flower calls for pollination
The
vitality is moved to build anew,
Retaining
the imprint of its previous attractants
Springs
are eternal,
A
arcing velocity that cascades
Provoking
its opposite in equality
Growth
begins once more
From
the dusted grounds of the cemetery
Making
the end arbitrary
.
.
.
