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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