Thursday, December 19, 2024

A Moment in Haste

 






 

A Moment in Haste

 

The dormouse came to be

When beguiled by a notion

That what is temporary

Is too, infinite;

And said to the white knight,

“Make no haste

For the labyrinth has no taste”.

 

Impermanence is a canvass

That keeps no secrets

And understands that waste

Is left for the dullards

Who neither believe -

Nor think beyond the grey woods

That they harbor in.

 

Speak to me universe

That I may hear infinity;

That I may understand the end

Of an event horizon

And that I may grasp

The voice of chaos

Explain human pathos.









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