Poem: A Moment of Rest

 

A Moment of Rest

 

seconds dissolve

into universes dying.

we wear them in our thoughts like rain.

 

so many births

which struggle not to tire,

restless and relentless,

narcotic and aphrodisiac;

 

but completion 

evolves to deny even as it tastes.

 

such explosions!  they seem inevitable,

passions gone, just like that,

obliterated on the canvas of the heart.

 

minds together, my mind, all minds,

a synchrony of similar originals,

configure the real.  the globe

 

but, still, awe-- 

it is not faithful.

the beckoning path of god,

hearthstone, signpost, deathbed,

 does love await in such places?

some.  sometimes.

nothing less.  or more.

will i see?

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8/7/24 ...