As I was saying: Once upon a time…
I could bang on and on, which I could, should
There be an infinite number of words -
Maybe one day there will be sufficient.
The heavens have been banging on and on
For aeons, yet there is still no time to say
That there’s no beginning and there’s no end
To this continuous speculation
About how long this has been going on
And if it is ever going to end.
What you can do to finally shut me up -
Because it will go on, and I won’t last -
Is to be patient, but that does take time.
Today is December the 31st,
Which marks a break in my continuum,
As do all momentary disruptions
As the earth doggedly orbits the sun -
But I’ll go on as if nothing happened.
Until I’m stopped and I join the stardust,
Or so I am told, from whence I came.
But for the moment: Once upon a time…
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Robert Tilleard (
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Comments2
I thought it's April now! lol..
Time flies...
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