The ever shrinking fractals
That seem endless
Multiplying smaller and smaller
To the microscopic moments
Of increasing speed
Hurtling to the end.
Yes, there is an end
The closing door
Already creaking
On hinges
Rusting to the close
That long sleep
When time is no more
And you awake
To the forever now
The instant knowledge
I am lost or I am found
Ah ... Judgement
Who can escape?
Eugene 3/8/2022