Finite

rebmasters

Existence under an expansive sky,
finite;
there's a place where it stops 
but I can't get to it.

 

A perfect nothing where
blue turns to black
Two lines
and a space between there

 

to dissipate
and return to the infinitesimal
mire;
a non existent state

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2021 14:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    It's all the same and one and like this poetry beautiful



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